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The purple Slugcat, with indigo stripes, was a doctor.
Their name was Griefer. They were the daughter of Sliver of Straw, who worked at a library.
Griefer wrote the following, yet short, letter, working on it for hours, and hours, to get the exact right words.
"I never told you, but I always liked it when you took me to the library. I would sit on a chair, and read books about whatever.
Reading all those books about doctoring... I think that is what inspired me to go off everyday, and help Rot patients.
I fail sometimes, and that kills me a bit inside. You were the one who told me to get help, so I wouldn't need to bear that burden every single day.
...
Your funeral is tomorrow.
I started this letter with the intent to read it, but I don't know if I can.
I'm going to keep it.
I am sorry.
I miss you..."