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i spent part of my day in a graveyard, making up a story for this lovely lady. for a class, believe it or not.
‘she outlived all of her siblings, though she was the oldest. she was unmarried, because she gave everything to james and edith. so who buried her beside them? she had someone, dear reader, someone you may have not expected. he placed her in the ground with arthritic fingers and stinging red eyes. he let her go for the last time, as he had done too many times before. she slipped right past him again. but this time, somberly, he caught her name in granite, and would’ve sworn he heard a ‘thank you’ whistle past his ear on a breeze during her funeral.’
