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4.2

Michael

Everything was a blur.

The voices I heard sounded like they were thousands of miles away.

"Michael," I heard someone say.

I didn't answer. My focus drawn to the casket that was lied in front of me.

"Michael." The person repeated.

I turned my head to see the priest motioning for me to come up.

"Michael, would you like to say a few words." He asked.

I nodded and rose from my seat.

I closed my eyes and unfolded the small paper from my pocket. I skimmed what I had written a few days again and shook my head.

"I can't read something that has been scripted about Luke." I say folding the paper once again. I took a deep breath and spoke, "I loved Luke."

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note; :') I'm okay (I promise)