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Day 1,751

The others all say the flood sirens had been blaring for hours by the time the water reached us.

We never heard a thing - dead asleep in our beds and woke up when our faces touched the ceiling.

There was nowhere to go but down and suddenly the front door was miles away and there was no air.

I don't know when the front door collapsed but our bodies weren't found near our home.

The current had carried us out to the river when the water began to recede.

We were luckier than the others, our bodies were tangled together and so were our spirits.

Not so much now, sadly.

By the time we were found the decay and river weeds made it damned tricky for us to be separated

There's still pieces of him on me and me on him so we aren't completely apart.

We'll never leave each other or our graves.

I just wish we'd been buried closer together.

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