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{short story; fiction} her funereal is bleak, and still, it's amazing. what her mother and I had planned for "two hundred – tops", ended up being just a scratch on the surface for the five hundred or more that showed up. we haven't anywhere near the materials to carry this out, and even though it is a funereal, hungry people are hungry people. then again, it would be something of Nixon's personality to have meager scraps and keep everyone happy. or at least, what with the circumstances, satisfied. but I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself, talking about all this funereal business. you haven't yet had the chance to even meet her! all the better, because none of us ever truly had either. {all rights reserved}
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