Do you like it? I tried to find the best day. Don’t try to talk. You’re dying. I don’t know what happens next. My job is here on earth. I don’t get to die. I know you had a tough time of it here. Tried to help; I did, somewhat, things you don’t even know about, but you got dealt a bad hand anyway. This, I think, was the day you were happiest. You haven’t thought about it for a while, but I wanted to remind you, before you go, that there were beautiful things here, things worth suffering for.
Drabble: End of the Day
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