His eyes are no longer on his own book, but the one Vincent is looking at. Many of the birds inside of it he had never seen before.
"Admit it, I am not THAT doing well. I am like a bloody child, and I fear it is wearing on Tyler." There was a small sigh after he said that. "I want to get something nice for him, for putting up with everything I have put him through. Unintentionally, of course. So when I return to Seattle, I will ask Miss Rita or Miss Jo if they know what he might like."
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