Chapter 4
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The service was long, and for a 9 年 old child. Boring. I could hardly keep my eyes open, my eye lids felt heavy and it hurt to fight them to keep them awake. My father went from person to person and thanked them. I stood with Carson, he sneaked me a few sweets from my bag and smiled every now and then. We held hands through the service and come the end when the cold hit me like a thousand daggers, he put his ジャケット over my shoulders, and helped lead me to where my mother was to be buried. She did not have a headstone yet, it was to be placed after. Father told...
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