A promise made is a promise kept, as we always said, right? she starts as she fills the newly-cleaned vase with fresh flowers. Well, I'm here, and I'm yours even after we meet again. She concludes, leaning against his gravestone like she would his shoulders.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Short StoryThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
