The day they told us what was going to happen, I had no visible reaction. While everyone around me reeled in emotion, I was stoic, a model of tragic calm. It was only after, when the relatives had flown home and the house was empty and the mirrors all uncovered, that I began to weep.
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FFF-55 Vol. VII. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.
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