Forgive me Brother, I do not know what day it is. It is less hot, so I am thinking it is winter.
I have been living on the rooftop now for what seems like years. The girl, she is here less and less, and I am still trying to get her to tell me what has happened. She has been taking animals as weather grows colder. I am hoping it is to a warmer place. It is windy up here. No place for cats or lizards. I am growing more and more lonely. Girl still brings me food, though. I will not starve. Last week she is wanting to hear story, but I am not thinking of any. Then, she speaks. She tells me to repeat the story of when I am falling through ice. More than anything, I am surprised. This is first time I am hearing her speak. But I do not show surprise. I tell her story. She gives me food. She leaves.

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I have not been down from rooftop in months. I spend more and more time watching city. All problems seem small from here. I am particularly watching one man. He is post officer, but does not drive truck. Instead, he drives shopping cart full of mail, and later puts up posters. He is running back and forth, back and forth around town. Now he is going to pet store. Now leaving, with large bag. Alfonso follows. Then, as he is walking away, I catch glimpse of Girl. She is taking down posters Man put up. I am wondering why, but I know she will not tell me. Perhaps if I can see this poster, I could understand.