In my dreams, you lay your sorrow on the table, and the air between us is soft and we have time.
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Mask up, love one another, and stay alive for one more week.
I wouldn’t put it past the government to have made a blanket list of banned subjects for public institutions, which would include assisted dying. That sort of micromanagement seems very in line with the British government
I cant advise you on dignitas. But with regards to everything else, you’ve been resourceful with white lies, small deceptions and asking people directly before. I’m sure you can find someone to lean on to get a print or two. Maybe just asking the librarian directly? Surely they know the system is fucked too.
Well, until I can pay for a doctor’s letter anyway, the printing won’t be happening.