Dulcis Mors Mortis
Prologue.
We each made our own promises, wrote them on little papers and stuck them in a jar. There were five total, labeled A. B. C. D. E. We swore to wait seven years, when we were twenty-five. I guess it doesn't work out when one of us dies.
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This is just one of those days.