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Technically it was still autumn until December 21st, yet everyone called it winter. Today was December 10th. Very few people knew that she considered this a holy day. She had gotten her first and likely last tattoos on this day - insisted on specifically having them on this day. It reminded her to let go of the past, but it was hard to explain.
She was cripplingly lonely and could easily understand why she was alone.
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