Dear No One
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This is a sad/romance short story and I'd rather not spoil it with a summary so read to find out. :)
[Written on a piece of paper and folded into the hand of a female corpse]
The world is a beautiful painting of colors and life, and paintings get dusty.
You're an old painting that is covered in layers of dust, but if you take the time to clean it gently, underneath, you'll find something beautiful.
- Oliver
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