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'What is this witchcraft?', her father chuckled in mock bewilderment, examining the gleaming piece of technology before him. Rosa sighed theatrically but could not hide her smile. The birthday gift seemed to be a success after all, and just for a moment it had seemed like everything was going to be okay.
The eulogy was short and informal. Gazing around the room, Emily guessed that at least half of the shabbily dressed guests had never even spoken to Colin, and almost certainly none had ever loved him.
She had never felt so very alone.
'Are you involved in this?'
Her tone was high and reverberated around the cramped space, their promise of whispering long forgotten. Her outrage was clear. The fear which Michelle also detected in the accusatory question was only as a result of knowing her mother so well.
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