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The Wrong Funeral
“Well”, she said to herself as she sat on a stone next
to Roberta’s grave. “Girl, I missed your
funeral, but not the happy hour. I’m going to really
miss you, my dear friend”.
Just then, a voice said to her in a reassuring way,
“Doh worry, my dear friend. Everything go be
alright. Stop worrying an enjoy you happy hour!
Doh worry ‘bout me!” The voice sounded awfully
similar to Roberta’s. Momentarily, one of her
friends came and remarked, “Gal, wat you doing
out here? Where you was? I were looking for you”.
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