Me? I died wheb I was born, a stillborn child, almost as if I was never born at all. My mother? She died giving birth to me. My father? Forever mourning the loss of his beloved wife Lottie Anne. But not me. Never me. Why? Not from a lack of love, but from my own lack of death. Born dead, I did not remain dead. A day later, by some unknown force, I awoke from my supposed eternal slumber. I am Scarlette Gail, and this, this is my life, or lack thereof.
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