Mimmi had been to two real funerals in her lifetime. One for her grandfather, whom she couldn't remember, and one for her grandmother, one of her closest friends when she was very young. Death hadn't been an uncommon occurrence in her life, and it was easy to look the other way when a neighbor died back home. But being subjected to it from an early age didn't make it any easier, especially when those involved were people she'd come to love.
The Elegante had shown her that.
But this wasn't a funeral. It was much too late for that. Instead, upon arrival, Mimmi approached the graves, knelt, and placed a single stone upon the dirt. Then she backed away, head bowed.
The Elegante had shown her that.
But this wasn't a funeral. It was much too late for that. Instead, upon arrival, Mimmi approached the graves, knelt, and placed a single stone upon the dirt. Then she backed away, head bowed.
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