The Funeral

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My dark brown hair is flying in the wind as I see my dead mother lying in the coffin. My dad is wearing his suit and tie that he only wore once it was my moms favourite she though he was so good looking in it. My dad is sitting in the back so he didn't need to see my mothers dead body. I go sit beside him he pulls me into a tight hug as tears fall on to my black satin dress then he whispers in my ear " it's going to be okay... I promise"

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