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left at the cemetery. The same white roses. The same lilies. The same lavender. Even the cream ribbon still looked damp from the rain.
I stared at it.
Then I looked back at Anna.
“How..?”
She burst into tears. “Dad, I wanted to tell you. I tried so many times.”
“Tell me what?”
“Dad, I couldn’t keep doing this anymore. I followed you to the cemetery this continue reading …
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