Klara must have felt something was wrong, so last night she decided to prevent me from sleeping. Until 4 am, she simply refused to sleep. She didn’t cry or want anything. She simply stayed awake, playing and singing songs. And only when I was too exhausted to feel anything like grief, she fell asleep. Nothing like this ever happened before, by the way.
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