Last night, I was alone on the patio. Around 1am, Richard poked his head out to sit down with me. Jodi and Erica had gone to bed. We talked for a little while and the subject of 'funerals' came up. I'm not sure how. He told me about when his Papi died back when he was 11. I told him about Chrissy's funeral.
He said that his parents (mostly his mom
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