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Ah.
Formalities? I... am unfamiliar with them.
You may call me Angela. It is what everyone calls me.
It is technically not incorrect.
/oot ig?
[The machine doesn't know why she felt so relieved yet so horribly sick that day... she only knew that in the moment, it was impossible to let go, even if the hand she was clinging to had lost its warmth hours ago.]
[She, in all her vast knowledge, couldn't understand
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My body, it wasn't to fight. By god.. I wish it was to fight me.]
[Maybe then, I could have moved on without guilt.]
[Just keep holding on. Make yourself have happy dreams..]
"wake up.."
[Stop it, me.. don't do that, you're gonna make it worse..]
"Wake up... please."
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