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His funeral was simple.
A handful of neighbors. A quiet service. No dramatic speeches, no long lines of mourners. Just a life that had passed, acknowledged briefly before everyone returned to their routines.
I stood there with Richie, hands folded, offering the same polite sadness everyone else did.
I didn’t cry.
Why would I?
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