Went to Mr. Fosters wake... After we knelt in front of the casket, (I kept telling myself not to think of Mr. Foster actually being there. It was too awful...) I held myself really well when I met his girlfriend and relatives. I felt like I couldn't cry in front of them. Then I got out of the funeral home and I just broke down, my mom held me for a
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