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The Wrong Funeral
“Oh”, she replied, “I was here you know. I just sat
in the back. I couldn’t face this one. My best
friend dead, I forced myself to be here”.
“Doh stay too long or you go hear voices”, he
chuckled. She laughed as well. They strolled to
the happy hour together and had a grand time.
They ate, drank and had a conversation about
Roberta’s last days. “What an experience”, she
whispered softly as she lay in her bed that night.
Jadia Adams
Beacon Junior
Grenada
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