Seven Days to My Funeral

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My fiancé kept a little bird in a gilded cage at his private estate.

She looked eighty percent like I did when I was a girl.

He bought her the most expensive diamonds and flew her around the world on private jets.

Yet, he never permitted her to cross my path.

Everyone in our social circle knew I was his untouchable treasure.

He once hired four bodyguards just for my cat because I said I was afraid of it getting lost.

But this time, the little bird grew bold under his favor.

She learned