1PREFACE

there is a strange sense of humility that one feels nearing their demise. or, perhaps humility isn't the word. shame, rather. that's why dogs crawl under the porch to die, or cats lay under the bed, or hamsters in the very back of their cage. death is an ugly thing. it's messy and cruel and there's no way to make it seem anything other than that. there is no way to die with dignity. you can live with it, but you can never die with it. it doesn't matter if you can walk, talk, or wipe your own ass. death is always ugly, and there is never any dignity in it.

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First of all, a few things to know before going into this story. This story takes place in some strange middle ground of Bookverse and Musicalverse. I have read the book thoroughly several times, and of the Musical I have basic knowledge, which I hope should be enough. Fortunately, I have a trip planned for the beginning of July to see the Musical in Memphis. I have the money, now I just need the transportation. Wish my luck, you guys! Secondly, there is a plot, I swear swear swear, it's in there. Just struggle through the needed boringness. This story takes place during her first summer at Shiz while she's working under the Doctor Dillamond, which I don't believe happens in the Musical. But, just know that she's working for him during the summer. Last of all, enjoy yourselves! All thoughts and ideas welcome.

Thank you!

Love,

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