Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was
Warning: This is a story that ends happily. “Why am I dressed for a funeral?” She thought as she stood there in the middle of the street, decked out in those white and red robes that she hadn’t worn in nearly a century. Her attire was