tomorrow and wrote a letter to your child... I'd want to say as much as I could think of. This just about covers everything.
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At some point during the day...
I may feel or look like this, but without the beer.
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Never write the letter.
No letter, no dying.
Simple logic, really.
In the situation where she knew she was going to be executed, I can fully understand wanting to impart some wisdom and advice in the midst of trying to convey all the thoughts and feelings one has, but was never able to express prior. You must be familiar with that aspect of it.
Very familiar. Which is why you never write that letter. Guarantees the passing.
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