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Jun 12, 2017PearlyBaker rated this title 3 out of 5 stars
It was a fair if shallow piece though I related to the narrator. When you've been through trauma that litcherally steals your face right off your head it can dull your senses to the point where there's nothing left to do but smile. Which is why I'm no longer allowed to sit next to my brother at funerals. Once Dust in the Wind played from a raggedy ghetto blaster so he leaned over his wife to whisper, "You're My Boy Blue." It was the 3rd funeral in a row I inappropriately laughed loud and long. And when Hallelujah comes on do not look at my ex wife/fiancée because she'll be giggling too.