GABE'S NOTES STORAGE

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Gotta teach Lazarus that song. Arrorró mi niño. He probably won't like it but I'll sit on him if I have to. How's it go again? Arrorró mi niño, arrorró mi sol, arrorró pedazo, de mi corazón. Something about a cradle of flowers. Damn it this is going to bother me. One day he might have his own kids, though; maybe a son to sing the song to. But whatever makes him happy. He can go off and become a goat-herder if he wants to.

Reading. I need to get him to do that for me more often. Maybe he'll believe me if I say I'm getting old and my eyes aren't working like they used to. If he reads aloud he might not hate the sound of his own voice so much. I wish he knew nobody really minds the accent.

Wish I could've taken him with me when I first saw him. His little antler nubs were barely there and now they're getting bigger. I like them small. They're useful for scratching my chin when I'm hitching a ride.

He's a good kid. People'll realize it, and then his future might not be so lonely. Can't keep your dad around forever, right?

Laz is like papausa. On the outside he's got his cracks, but the inside's what you want. Guess I could've found a better analogy for him than something you eat. I'll rethink that.

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