Before I went to sleep, Blair spoke. "It's not a secret. Why the Dog is after me." And they told me why.
"There's no shame in what you did," I said.
"I ain't ashamed," Blair said, a bit defensively. "Just sorta sad and angry."
"Both emotions that can serve you well," I said, "though eventually you'll learn to let them both go. No use being angry at the past for happening or sad at what was done. We can't walk backwards through a mirror, no matter how hard we try. So we learn to let go."
They still looked saddened by their story, so I went back to using my pack as a pillow.
Sleep, I'm sorry to say, did not come easily.
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