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Chapter 8

Author: Steal a Star Candy
My funeral was scheduled for seven days later.

Mom wouldn't let anyone put makeup on me. She said I'd suffered enough while I was alive and shouldn't have strangers touching me after I died.

But she didn't know that I'd never been afraid of strangers. I was only afraid of someone treating me well, then suddenly telling me none of it had been real.

On the day of the viewing, Mom chose a white dress for me. The tag was still attached to the sleeve. It was the first gift she'd bought me after I
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