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This is the story of my remembering.
The night I died was in January 2021, mid-pandemic on the island of Penang, Malaysia. It was an evening of dinner with four best friends; a wooden hula hoop stolen from school’s PE cupboard; Tina Turner’s ‘Rolling On The River’ blaring from Bose speakers; uncharacteristic but enthusiastic chair-dancing from me; far too much white wine; and a lot of laughter among friends.