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love: i woke to a dream, this morning, where my little sister died in a car accident. i took the first bus home, well to the town next to my home town cause the bus doesn't go there anymore (nor does the train), i spent three days lying in her bed crying, i spent seven days in that house without going out, i finally left and walked my hometown for hours and hours and hours and didn't sleep for days, i came back home and slept in her bed again, i began talking to her friends, taking notes, talking to her teachers, taking notes, i wrote a book, called 'not virginia' because she doesn't like her name and prefers 'gina', each chapter was an age, it didn't end at 13, at 14 it said 'she didn't graduate from central senior and start at lcvi' at age 19 it said 'she didn't graduate rom lcvi and go to university' at age 22 it said 'she didn't graduate from university', age 27 'she didnt get married' age 32 'she didnt have her first daughter, age 35 'she didnt have twins, a boy and a girl', age 45 'she didnt go to her mothers funeral', age 52 'she didnt go to her fathers funeral', age 60 'she didnt go to her husbands funeral', age 84 'she didn't die at the ripe old age of 84'... and on the last page it read: i don't want to change the past...
oh gina, don't die
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