I shuffle down the dirt road. Been a while since last I was here. Under limb of tree and light of the setting sun, I make my way to a yet unnamed plot. The earth is still fresh overturned, but by now, some grass has begun growing anew.
Here, I lay down this stone marker. It's not the most fabulous, but it's the least I could do. It reads:
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DIGITAL PYTHON
Hardly did we know ye,
In fact, not even your real name.
Rest in peace, friend of all PMSians.
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This isn't a time for weeping. The sun is setting, and I ought to be getting back home. But, it was the least I could do.
P.S. does Digital still post here?
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