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In Memoriam
Mark’s memorial ceremony was small. His parents, brother, and some other relatives were there, as well as Rome and his parents, Bart and his parents, and a few other close friends. Despite his fame and fortune, when it came to his services, his parents wanted only those most important to their son to be there. The pastor was talking about how Mark’s life had been cut so short, how he would’ve done great things if he’d lived, but that they’d never know why God saw fit to end his life so quickly. Rome wasn’t really listening to any of it, though. He was looking at his friend’s face, clearly visible from where he sat in the second row. Mark looked mostly like himself, though his makeup was so heavy it was almost as if he was ready to walk on stage. His countenance was peaceful, though, and R
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