I happened to have a vision about her last night. Right when the fire was happening. She was crying. [...] I mean I think it was her, and all. Then I flashed back to what I’d seen before.
And then my cicada left me, which I’m a little bitter over, it could’ve at least remained a necklace.
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And then my cicada left me, which I’m a little bitter over, it could’ve at least remained a necklace.