He is back. He has moved his sleeping bag to the pavilion. Of course I am too much of a coward to ask him where he has been and that I am glad to have him back.
However, it is a bad time to return. Winter is coming. It will not be his first winter in the park, though.
I am back in my warm office, but I shudder. He is still out there, maybe feeling warm.
This is a strange world, indeed.
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