What Happened After
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Last published Sat, Nov 10, 2018
"The police said it was a bomb" Fred whispered to me, "it makes no difference" I said back. "May their souls rest in perfect peace" the priest concluded. Fred stepped forward and dropped his flowers into the deep grave, it hurt me so much to see my parents being buried side by side, "go on" Fred said. I took a step forward, hands trembling, something moved me but I wasn't quite sure of what it was, definitely this had to be the only way of comforting myself, my flowers fell to the ground and everyone gasped in shock as I jumped into the uncovered grave."..........................
Brother and sister, Fred and Iniete experience a whole new life after their parents death, please read the story and ignore my crappy summary..
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