Thursday I have to go to a funeral.
It's for someone who shouldn't be there.
All funerals are like that, in a way.
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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No, sometimes it's the mourner who shouldn't be there (speaking as one who has been to way too many funerals)
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