Fading Away
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Última publicación mié, sep 9, 2020
Death. It's inevitable isn't it? Well. I guess that true if you died of something like old age, or I don't know... a disease. But no, thats not how I died.
No one will ever know the story of poor little Maeve and her death. No one; except you.
You have the cruel pleasure of knowing what happened. It was all pretty fast, but to understand ill have to go back a litttle.
Let's start in October.
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