I have--nowhere to go.
I can't stay here, but
I
I guess I'll have to go see Petunia.
I haven't seen her yet.
She won't care. She'll probably laugh. And say "I told you so"
Or she'll throw something at me. I'm not supposed to be alive after all.
But I'm her sodding sister.
Shouldn't that count for something?
Things would have been better
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