She was a good girl. Doing her studies and all that. I remember when she would come back to the apartment and set the books on the table.
Was she really going to school? I never knew.
An unlikely trio. Her and her man friend and me.
Somehow we wound up back in the mausoleum. That's what we called it. This huge house with fancy painted windows. They tried to help me but I slowly drifted off into insanity.
I was gone after that. I remember the windows.
The most graceful woman I ever met. Just a wonderful person. Sometimes I miss her.
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