Anya died sometime between 9pm and 2 am. I found her already gone, laying on her side, eyes open, with a grimace on her face. She was already stiff when I found her. I wasn't ready for it. I wasn't. I broke things, punched things, kicked things, cried uncontrollably, became completely emotionless and cold, and then repeated the cycle. A few of my
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