I noticed he was gone when we said our good-byes downtown. He, on his way to the airport, and me on my way to get vaccinations so that I won't get sick when I visit him later. As we parted, I did not hear his luggage wheels rolling against the pavement and fading into the distance, but the loud animal rights protesters chanting, "Fur is murder."
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