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Hi!

hey...

How are u?

i don't know..

Why?

tomorrow is my grandma funeral... on the main cemetery of the city.

Gosh... true.

but don't come.

I don't know at what time is it so...

true.

Why you don't want me to go?

because i'm not prepared.

I understand it.

thank u...

Try to not be too sad tomorrow.

i don't promise anything but i'll try.

Have sweet dreams and see you soon.

what?

Good night, baby girl.

... good night.

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