Neither of them believed me. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin.
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