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Submitted to Contest #197
His mom died last night. She was 65, too young everyone said. She was still so full of life, others commented, as if this fact made a difference to anyone. He supposed it was more tragic that way, to lose a relatively young and lively person is worse than losing one who is old and decrepit. He was sad, don’t misunderstand the situation, there was a definite air of sadness that hung around him like heavy perfume. Everyone could smell it on him and it resulted in bent heads, mournsome nods and bleak, no-lipped smiles. It was more annoying than...
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