Time passes with each changing of the night to day and winter to spring, and before Jonathan knew it, six years had passed, much too quickly, like early dew on a summer morning. Faith was almost eight. A few weeks before her birthday, she began to notice Jonathan less and less, and a few days before she turned eight, she stopped seeing him all together.
Jonathan was surprised how it made him feel. He had anxiously waited for her to leave him alone, but when it finally happened, he felt sad. He followed her around a bit doleful, like a dog without a master.
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