it's been a month since you left and we're still being forced to stay inside. nobody has given us any updates on that disease spreading but we still can't leave. i wish you were here. you always knew how to turn a negative situation into a positive one. right now you'd say something like "well, that just gives us more time to garden" or "now we can binge more shows together" or something. i guess you are sort of still here, but only in memory.
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Disenchanted
DragosteSet in a pre-apocalyptic world, this short story goes through a collection of letters written by a man to his missing wife.
