Whenever she was lost, confused, or just needed to think,
she would visit her Father’s grave.
Even in the dead of night, she knew exactly how many steps
it was out of the village, down the road towards the Red Farm, stop after a
half thousand steps, turn right, hop the fence, third row, six over.
She sat down on the gravestone in front of his and sighed.
“Hello Father. Been a while, but I need to talk. Gareth… He
cheated on me with the blonde next door, and-“
“Didn’t I warn you about that?” said her Father’s ghost, triumphantly.
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