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I've never seen the house this full before. It has been like this since I got up. So many people, and such a morose atmosphere. Strange, but then the house is prone to gatherings. I wonder if they have enough food. I shuffle my way toward the kitchen, evading various people from my life. Past and present. It appears someone has had the foresight to provide food for this occasion. My brother, no doubt, the caterer that he is. I reach for a sausage roll, amongst its peers on their communal soggy plate, but a second glance reveals some Cheese and Pineapple on cocktail sticks, so I divert my cause toward the
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I believe that when I die, I shall Rot.
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Love you.,
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Love you, still.
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