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I pulled out my phone, but of course, the battery had died. Just my luck.<\/p>\n
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I don\u2019t know how it happened. I had been to the cemetery dozens of times, always taking the same path, always stopping by the same old oak tree before making my way to Daniel\u2019s grave. But today, nothing looked familiar.<\/p>\n
The sun was starting to set, and my hands trembled as I clutched the bouquet of flowers. My chest tightened. How could I forget the way?<\/p>\n
I pulled out my phone, but of course, the battery had died. Just my luck.<\/p>\n
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