im sorry for your loss
"im so sorry, but Phil passed away" she cried. "what.. no, how?" I said shocked. "he was involved in a hit and run, and he passed right there on the spot" she managed to mumble. I collapsed in a heap on the floor, how could this happen? and to him? I thought about his big brown eyes, his long swiftly hair, his lovely pure smile and his perfect olive tone. WHY!? for the next three weeks I cried and cried until the day of the funeral.
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