in a post. I want to be remembered

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It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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