I appear to have caught a chill whilst out today. Welp, time to die like the sister/female relative non specific of the main protagonist in a Victorian novel.
I’ll be the protagonist who recalls you briefly in wistful anecdotes
Make sure to tell everyone how witty and full of life I was whilst also comparing me to the delicacy of some sort of flower attempting to bloom in winter before my time. Then go off and have a tragic love affair or something.
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