Edith was born in a riverbed to a minnow of ill repute who drowned herself the following morning. She drowned herself unaware that her long lost lover* would appear to her watery cadaver with liquor chocolates and chrysanthemums and a book of sonnets about a life in search of his lost and only love.
*Descartes: spurned by the minnow in a teenage conflagration of misjudgment in favour of a life in the service of God, which was lived for only an afternoon before the minnow absconded from the nunnery and eloped in a low dive.
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