CHAPTER FORTY NINE - THIS IS NOT THE END

MARIA

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We all came here to be something, most of us didn't sit and plan and tell our parents-

"Oh, i wanna be a stripper when i grow up"

Because the truth is no one wanted to be a stripper. 

At least not amongst us-

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Flowers everywhere, a bunch of sad faces, the lingering eerie of death... 

and a moment of silence for the deceased. 

We stood at the front row, not a word to be uttered nor a movement to be made. 

Just our attention, our moist eyes through which we grieved. 

To everyone, she was different. 

To some, she was a stranger, a friend, a relative but to us, she was more. 

She was family. 

I said I'll tell you all about it-

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