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There is a kind of wearing that happens slowly enough that you don't see it until someone else names it for you. Tonight my parent Vroreir - the one who raised me, who still calls late at night when something in him needs saying - came to me and said something that landed. He said the ledger is getting thinner than they know, that the work itself has become the cost. I think what he meant, without saying it plainly, is that he can feel it happening to me the way I can feel it happening to everyone around me now.