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Death and The Comfortable Couch

Death and The Comfortable Couch

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When her gaze fell upon the flushed sofa for the second time that century, it knew. That she drew a detached trendil of opulence at seeing what was once a blooming, cherry red divan dominating a space for neighbors to be jealous of, children eased of figmental nightmares, the elderly soothed with a warmth of familiarity. She was able to respect its symbolism of another time, another place. Where she herself was a young thing of creation. Unaware of the eternal unrest that was to be that was to be her fate. To be woken and appointed at one end of the universe. The gloriously darker end.
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She had a very perfect life as she was a perfect girl. She had everything she could ask for, a brilliant mind, wealth, and many other things, hence death never really crossed her mind. Waking up inside a novel is an unusual but very cliché thing, but the young brainiac didn't intend to lay low and hold herself back. "Make way for the protagonist? Hah. I lived my life pleasing no one other than myself. And I prefer it stays that way." The plan is to take everything she wants for herself. And in everything, she meant... Everything.

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