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what an awful reason to bring us together again. a death.
i was in for a culture shock. it was a "home-going celebration."
all my life, ive been taught to morn. i handled myself much better than i thought i would, only letting a few tears out at a time, and only once did i make that noise that i make. the one you make when you feel the lump in the ( Read more... )
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