I have a considerate and gentle lover, and a brother who loves me very much. I thought I was happy until my 18th birthday, when two strange girls pointed out in horror that I had actually been dead for three years. They even attended my funeral...
From then on, my peaceful world became unruly. My brother was no longer my brother, my lover was no longer my lover, and I was no longer me.
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