A Walk through the Cemetery

When I was younger, much younger, I would take girls to the cemetery to park. If I saw a fresh grave, I would stop the car, run over to the gravesite, pick a few flowers and hand them to her. The one girl told me I was sick and to take her home right now. We were about a half hour away. I thought ok, I’ll take her home. We got about 10 minutes down the road and she started laughing and then insisted we go back. I told her “And you think I’m sick?”
 


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