The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

Twelve.

This is an older story than 'now'.

But a little more than "back then," talk about the future.

"Cecil."

A girl calls out her first name.

"Cute, cute my sister"

My eyes are the same color as mine.

It shows who I am.

"One day, one day.... when I'm gone"

The girl prays.

Someday.

Sooner or later in the future.

"I don't mind forgetting about me"

I don't care what's not there.

"- Remember"

Please.

"That one.... because I'm sure I'll come and help you"

May only her sweet happiness not be lost.

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