[ After a long, considering moment, she’ll sit on the grass beside him, not too close but not too far, her skirt tucked carefully beneath her. She pulls her knees to her chest and hugs them loosely, looking out over this surreal, dreamlike expanse. ]
Then I’m afraid I’ll have to hope you very much lived. I’m not ready to die, you see. I’ve got so much to do.
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Then I’m afraid I’ll have to hope you very much lived. I’m not ready to die, you see. I’ve got so much to do.