One choice

One choice

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"Today I am standing on the behalf of my best friend". I hear Sebastian say. Nevaya Kingston was a polite girl.He continues.She always put people before herself,and may she rest in many blessings.I can hear every word they say,but I can't see them.Every part of my body is aching to move,but the pressure puts me down.my heart is pounding.Now we will be honouring Nevaya Kingston.What do they mean I say in my head. please god I say don't tell me what I think is true God. I can't move. Sebastian I try to say.nothing escapes my mouth
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