Every time something bad happens, it's always so pretty outside. You walk into the funeral home knowing that many people have changed lives. You know that some people will have a heavy weight on their chest and will never forget this. You know that once you go outside, the sky will brighten your spirits. And you feel like a bad person because there's at least three people in that building that would do anything to have him back. And it's pretty sad. Because they won't see him for a while. Their family is now very different. And nothing can make it be the way it was before.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
