He winked and tossed a shovel full of earth on Smith.
Blackness left his thoughts.
Weight lifted from his shoulders.
The rain came down as if even God wanted to wash away the past.
Shovel,
Thump.
Shovel,
Thump.
It's over.
Giggles felt like dancing.
His size 27's would get in the way,
and all the mud made them stick to the ground.
"Fuck you Smith! Can't even dance and that's your fault too."
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