It's been a year since my little sister Emily died. She was nineteen, and it was the morning of my graduation day. She'd always found ways to upstage me! (Fair warning: dark humour throughout).
I'm an English graduate, and Emily used to say the only useful thing I could possibly do with my degree would be to write about her. I've recently realised I can't really argue with that, so here I go...
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