LXII
- Am I an i***t? - Emily asked the gravestone. - Don't answer that. Well, you can't, but still. What should I do now? Do you want me to continue? Do you want me to mourn? I think I just have to find something that I can securely latch onto. Not in a bad way, just something to help me get out of this mindset faster. This is stupid, I'm talking to nobody. Emily stood up and walked back, enjoying the natural scenery from time to time. She came back home to Lola and Emily drinking tea. - Hey Lola, haven't seen you in a bit. - Emily closed the door. - I'm glad to see you. How have you been? - Lola asked. - Trash. Hopefully, I'll get better soon though. Can I open the window? It's really hot here. - It's hot outside too, but sure, go ahead. - Caroline said. Emily opened the window and sat
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