August 15th, 10.08 a.m., at the parking lot of the funeral

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I walked towards my black car and opened the front door.

I'd thrown away the cigarette. I didn't want to see you sad, even in the different world.


I looked at the sky. It's clear and blue.


I remembered that day...


The first day you talked to me.

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