Pretty girl

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I walked over to her coffin, knowing I was speaking not to the audience but to her.
"Pretty girl. there's no cry. I see there you there I want to die. you baby. were.the.light.of.so.many.fucking.lives..."
I turned to face the audience.
"Please think before you speak.

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