[He's thankful for that, because as he presses each button the tears fill his eyes and begin to slide down his cheeks. He feels like a little boy again, being tested on his letters, but this is so much different than the Headmaster with his cane and the laughter of his schoolmates.
It gets typed, eventually. There's only one letter in there that doesn't appear in either of the two names that he can still vaguely recognize when it's spelt.]
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It gets typed, eventually. There's only one letter in there that doesn't appear in either of the two names that he can still vaguely recognize when it's spelt.]
...Thank you.