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[there's a lot of things anna could say to that. a lot of really grim, really dark, really inappropriate thoughts, the first of which is "maybe i hang out with kids so much because they won't die before i do". but, well. that's not right. which is why she doesn't type it. she also dodges responding with something like "why would i want more people to refer to in past tense?". in the end it takes her a few minutes to actually write an answer, and by the time it's been committed to text she's still not sure how happy she is with it. it's bare. it's raw.]

[it's the closest thing to the truth she thinks she can tell right now.]

I don't want to feel like this again when I lose them.