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The wake.
Mama's fingers hurriedly tied into a bow the white ribbon on my braid.
"Hurry up, or we'll be late," she said, her voice solemn. I obediently finished fixing my hair, and together we went out to the street, which still radiated the heat of a summer day that had been insufferably hot. Mama's voice broke the silence of late afternoon. "Don't forget, now. Say hello to the grown...See the full content of this document
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