Dear Mama,
I'm not dead. Sorry for the deception. I never died in that fire. I've spent the past several years travelling with an immortal monster hunter named Gus. He's a crude alcoholic with no regard for humanity. I'd even say he's worse than the creatures we kill. Anyway, I'm just writing because, if one day, my body is found and you're contacted, I need you to promise that you'll cremate me immediately. I hope all is well.
Love,
Millie
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