You’re a bit like my dad. He’s dead. No, sorry. When he was … dying, he was always cheerful; he was lovely – except when he thought no-one could see. I saw him once. He looked sad. You look sad … when you think he can’t see you. Are you okay? … And don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no-one can see you.
m. hooper
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