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TALIESIN PLATT: The death of me


“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

And she smiled and maybe more of me died the way that fern died sitting on my desk: a little more each time the water came—drowned—and how could you tell, when its leaves turned dry and brittle, that it wasn’t thirsty?

Taliesin is a university student studying creative writing, focusing on short fiction at the moment (not usually this short).


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