Just remembered it this morning, in fact.
Daniel loved shiny things. For a while, Robert and I collected interesting shiny things, ridiculous little objects with no value and no meaning, as if we were crows. We had a spot for them in my car, in the otherwise unused ashtray. Perhaps it was our way of carrying a little bit of Daniel around with us wherever we went.
It's odd, isn't it, how these connections between people flow.
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