Why do they call it a 'brothel?' There's no broth. Or is there? And what, even, is broth? This has always confused me.
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Three years. It has only been three years, yet it feels like longer. It always does, I suppose, dying. I'm not dead, mind. I can't be, as I never really was alive. I was merely a dream, a puppet, a mask. Merely a dream to be discarded.