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My name is Genevieve Clare, professional mourner, destined to spend my days donning a black suit and throwing myself on top of caskets for money. Sometimes I mixed it up and threw myself on top of a willing warm body instead. Finding the right warm body though, that was a different story.

When I was a boy, I met a girl. She didn't know it then, but... She changed me. Now.....I am a man. A man who is broken by the stories of the women who come to me. They are my birds with broken wings. I help them heal, help them to make them strong, so they can fly free. Lark changed me. Loved Me. Made Me Strong. With her, I am free. I write... To the girl of the past. To the girl of my present. And, the girl of my future. Dear Dish...