
A rejected heartbroken cookie deserves a proper burial, I think.
And since I’m the closest thing to a relative this cookie has well, the task, and honor, went to me. If the cookie comes back reincarnated, I hope she doesn’t hold a grudge.
If, however, revenge is what the cookie wants, I suppose she would want to come back as poison, and be drank accidentally by that poor fellow who abandoned her in the previous life, a long time ago.
This is why I want to give her a proper burial, the happiest possible sendoff I can.
I’m hoping a nice goodbye would make the cookie change her mind.
-gsa.
I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?
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