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... cia, the sun was almost setting, a cool breeze wafted through the graveyard.
Victoria had long shed her wedding dress, now wearing a black T-shirt and pants, sitting in front of her mother Josephine Garcia’s grave, silent, just quietly looking at her gentle smile.
She herself didn’t know how long she had maintained this posture.
When Arnold Johnson stood behind her, Victoria did not turn around or speak, but just continued to maintain this posture.
She hadn’t vani ...
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