The first person to recognize me at Warren Hale’s funeral dropped her coffee.
I heard the paper cup hit the stone walkway behind me, followed by a sharp whisper.
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The first person to recognize me at Warren Hale’s funeral dropped her coffee.
I heard the paper cup hit the stone walkway behind me, followed by a sharp whisper.
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