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Category: Absence
Quote: Friends, although absent, are still present.
Person who said it: Cicero
The brisk, fall breeze caused the tree limbs to sway violently against each other, sending torrents of red, gold, and a few green leave to fly upon the ground. Many people crawled deeply into their sweaters and jacks, retreating into their homes. The weather was slowly growing colder, and it would only get worse before it got better.
Young Winry Rockbell also ran home, another quote in mind as she battled against the gusty winds. Friends, although absent, are still present? What does that mean? If someone's gone, then that person is gone! Stupid famous people and their complicated language stuff! She pulled her fleece sweater closer to her body as she walked, quickening her pace. The sooner she got home and finished her homework and chores, the sooner she could go to bed. She hadn't slept at all last night because Den was having some health problems that resulted in him needing to be let outside quite frequently.
As she neared the dirt path leading to home, Winry saw the familiar cement mixture used at the base of the metal pole used to keep the street sign standing. Within it, were three handprints: Winry's, Al's, and Ed's handprints lay side by side. She remembered they had snuck around and done that shortly after the cement had been poured. After that, although the proper name was Wholly Rd., most called it Handprint Rd., in honor of the mischief-makers.
Giggling at the memory, Winry slowed ever so slightly to gaze at the miniature landmark. As she passed it though, she picked up some speed to make it home quickly. When finally she did enter, Den stood, wagging his tail and barking happily. Winry shed her lairs until she was in a white T-shirt and a black skirt. Petting his silky head until he was calm once more, the young mechanic led the old mongrel to the kitchen, fed him some dry dog food, and gave him fresh water.
Hanging off a cupboard door was an old Christmas ornament, a white star with a photo of four-year-old Al laughing as five-year-old Winry tripped over Ed. Although, the picture failed to show it, she remembered she had tripped over her untied shoelace. It had been their first day of Kindergarten. She had fallen over him and they landed, side-by-side, on the ground.
She laughed, setting Den's dinner upon the floor for him. She walked to the kitchen table and began to write. She now understood what it meant. Moreover, she could summarize it in a single word.
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