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Come over for tea, and they did. Cinnamon.
We have all been there, she said and they thought she
was slipping into the abyss of an improbable mental decay.
The fireflies have lit up the garden yesterday, she
said and they thought “hallucinations”. She was still so young.
Oh, and I had the most refreshing dinner with your
cousin Edwin, she continued, and they thought “Edwin is dead”.
When they left, Edwin’s spectral figure glided down
the stairs coming from the attic. It’s cold up there, he complained, and she
pointed at the teapot and replied “they just wouldn’t leave!”
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