When you died, I felt nothing. No despair, no sorrow, no grief, no relief. I stood like a frozen vampire beside the coffin in which you seemed to sleep so peacefully and sniffed with my retina at the cloud-folded mist above the cemetery. I felt nothing, my thoughts were of nothing. The people who came to your funeral seemed like a swarm of bees ready to swoop down on me with judgments and …
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