There is another version of her, always in my mind. Proud and indifferent, sitting atop a chest and refusing to move. There is something in that chest, something that I know I need to remember but no matter how much I plead or yell, that other version of her only smirks and shakes her head. She hates me, but not enough to let me remember that.
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