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2 Free mind I'd never been to a funeral before, well not like this anyway. All these people surrounding the casket were so… sad. It probably sounded weird, but they just cared so much. Just getting kicked out for the fortieth time by my drunken dad didn't really inspire me to reminiscence about my non-caring relatives. I was still holding Sam's hand, more for support than anything else at this point. He wasn't crying yet, though of course maybe he already had. He was frowning at the casket covered in colorful flowers, it was really a beautiful day. The faint breeze made my dress dance around my legs, I felt sort of out of place being the only one no2 Free mind by ~JennyWahlstrom
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