Memory is a fickle thing. It took ages today for bits and bobs to come back to me, to create a clear memory of how exactly I found out she died. I didn't even remember clearly at first, but I do now. It was Jessica's journal. She said something about it, so I messaged her, and she filled me in, let me know it was true that Sybil had passed
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Sybil lived on Whidbey Island, so I think of her whenever we head that way for concerts and stuff. :)
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