Squirrel called Azura this morning, and told us that we wouldn't be eating there tonight--they just didn't have the time. We're going to go over, though, and pick up a few things, say goodbye.

We went over after work, and took them the miscellaneous things they had left at our apartment. Azura made sure all of Squirrel's clothes were gone, from when she did her laundry here, and fell asleep on the bed waiting for her clothes to dry. I made sure that none of Squirrel's comics were hiding in my room, and all the small pieces from the RoboRally game were picked up and dried off from when Moose knocked a Pepsi over the whole thing.

We drove over to their place, and talked a bit about them leaving. Azura was finally upset about it too, but I'd moved on and felt a bit empty. Once there, Squirrel had all the stuff she'd borrowed stacked up. We would have to return some of Infomer's stuff for them, but that was ok. Then Squirrel attacked her fridge, and tried to give us everything. We took what would perish, even the deer meat. I have no idea what to do with deer meat. I guess I'll give it to Informer & Hawk.

We extracted a promise from Squirrel to call us when she was safely there. She asked us to call Informer, Hawk, and Carrie and let them know what happened. We hugged, cried a little, and left.

On the way out, I was quiet. Azura said to me, "You're really going to miss her aren't you?" "Yeah," I managed to squeeze out. "I think I was beginning to fall for her too," Azura said. "We'll be ok," I said. "Let's go home."

I have to admit that I'm glad we only went over for a little while. I couldn't take any more. I've reached the point where I've dealt with my feelings, and they need to go on and go. I'll probably always miss them, but I've done my grieving.

And that's what I've decided all this is. Grief. I'd formed an attachment to these friends, and now they are gone. Goodbye Moose. Goodbye Squirrel. We'll always miss you.

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