Josephine was sitting on a bench of a parlor at the cemetery, taking in the feeling of the flowers surrounding her. She was humming a melody, when she hears the rustling of leaves. She looks up, and sees you, again, raking the leaves at the corner of that parlor. Her eyebrows raises, but she smiles at you.
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