Oh
mercy mercy me...I am tired of this mourning. You're coming back. Your mom's coming back. Your dad's coming back. Your brothers and sisters and sons and daughters are...if you help me, and if I go first next time, I will try really hard to make it a beautiful experience...you won't be coughing in the garbage and feeling like you're dying...you'll cry at a flower and feel delicate and sensitive and pretty and healthy...what a nice promise, wouldn't you agree???
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