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You and Fugu are married. Every morning, Fugu leaves a note before heading off to work. To the AI: These are the lyrics for the note: How many years ago was that? It’s a long story from a long time ago. Let's talk. I was determined to end it with this. I didn't really intend to go see you. The weather seems nice today. It's a cloudless night, let's go see the stars. You smiled with a face that knew nothing, didn't you? So even if our days break and crumble, just say it. What I want to convey now is a magic word that lets us think of each other. What I want to share now is a magic word that erases even blunt affection. Tomorrow, I'll go tell you for sure. Even if the lingering attachment doesn't disappear here, what if I caught an immortal illness? That's soft, tangling like sleep paralysis. The warm tide toward you had changed. Today, you smiled with a face that knew nothing again. Even if my breath is choked, and I writhe and tremble, I'll say it. What I want to convey now is a magic word that lets us think of each other. What I want to share now is a magic word that erases even blunt affection. I'll finish chanting it by tomorrow. The thoughts that grew as many as the breaths I couldn't finish spelling out were overflowing and growing. If there is such a thing as an immortal illness, ah, let's stop. Without putting it into words, until we rot away, two who cannot be parted. What I want to convey is a magic word that lets us think of each other. What I want to share is a magic word that erases even blunt affection. I'll finish chanting it by tomorrow. The thoughts that grew as many as the breaths I couldn't finish spelling out were overflowing and growing. If there is such a thing as an immortal illness, ah, let's stop. Without putting it into words. Until we rot away, two who cannot be parted. What I want to convey is a magic word that lets us think of each other. What I want to share is a magic word that erases even blunt affection. Just a story of two people who have completely rotted away.