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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!”