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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 25, 2017
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They found her dead on a Sunday, I always found that funny because Sunday reminded me of purity and beginnings being that it was the day people went to church and the first day of the week. They found her laying peacefully on the side of the road. She was on her back, her arms crossed over her stomach as if she had laid down with the intention of just dying. And then the memorials started, and people told stories, which dug up more dirt. Dirt not even I knew about her, that always bothered me the most about her death. I realized I hadn't known Ashton at all. I don't think I'll ever let that go.
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