Chapter 38: Anjelica

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It's my funeral day and I can hear hyms being cried out by about one person who still supports me. Others are there to just spit on my grave. It's about an hour later and I'm sakely being carried outside. I slowly get lowed into the grave. Then people begin to spray a creepy smile and #longliveAnjelica branded on the frunt. Then there was a rockers laughter fit. Then they filled the hole with dirt then they put a creepy smile on my grave and #longliveAnjelica on my grave stone. This is how I want to go out I hope that London remembers me.

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