Remember me as I was

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When you read this, my love, remember me as I was.

For when I step out on that field tomorrow, you will not find me home again. Remember me not as Stone Thrower, Master of Rocks, but instead remember me as I was.

Remember me as Phillip.

There was a time, long ago, long before we met in the Ruins of Ik-a, when I was Phillip, seller of extended car warranties. I battled call…