<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the vodka sits there undrunk … Ulla’s death weighs heavy … a sister … our<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I killed her Kimmie. I killed Ulla. If it wasn’t for me and Isis, she’d still be alive right now. Carlotta died because of me too. I’ll kill you too! And Huguette and Tangie and goddess knows how many others too! I never asked for this!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… tears streaming down my cheeks …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Why can’t we just have a normal life instead of being front and center to save the world? Why Kimmie! I’m not strong enough to do this! I just want to curly up and die!”</span></span><br/></em></span></span></em></span></span>