It’s 72 degrees outside.
I’m wearing all black with metallic sandals. I still want to die, but I have to go to my memoir writing group.
My friend James and I are dying parts of our hair lilac today.
Because I’m sick and called him from the hospital we’re calling it
“Death and Dying Our Hair”
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