"I've thought about it fairly often but..." Charlie trailed off for a second, staring at her hands. She felt very unsure of herself right now. "It just wouldn't be the same, you know?" She laughed a little, though it sounded a bit forced. "I'm used to seeing these crayon birds in the margins from when my cousin Chris decided it might be fun to be an illustrator. And I've made a lot of notes in the space that was left. I like to remember what I used to think about it, compare with what I think of it now."
Charlie played with the hem of the blanket, feeling uncomfortable with talking about her family, but at the same time it was so easy right now. Why was it so easy? It felt like her mouth wasn't consulting her brain at all when it came to what if felt like divulging. She grinned suddenly, though like her laugh it seemed a bit off. "I know, it's stupid. Maybe I finally will get a new copy." He was right of course- it made more sense to just buy a new copy. It wasn't as though she was getting rid of her old one. But her current copy held so many memories, that she was rather reluctant to do so. "I'm blabbering, aren't I?"