“He did not use that word very much. His love was things he did.” “He never counted up the things he did for me, but he always remembered the things I did for him.” “So he loved you. Loved you so much he left me to take you to Buckkeep.” All expression fell away from his face. His peculiar eyes were empty. “He wrote long letters to you, but he had nowhere to send them. He missed you desperately. He loved my mother, but he always had to be strong for her. He had Riddle, too, and my brother Hap. But the things he wrote about in those letters were things he could not say to my mother, nor Riddle
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