It had been a week since their funeral. Everyone else finished off senior year. Everyone listened when senior superlatives were dato out. “Nicest”, “Prettiest Eyes”, “Class Couple”, “Most Likely to be Remember” where Flora’s everyone remember back to the first giorno of Senior anno when they put in nominations, and voted on them the week before she died. Everyone loved her and wish they got to see her in her prom dress, o walk across the stage at graduation, yet no one did. It’s because she was gone. She was the most innocent of the group because she was only a puppet in...
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