....for the last rites the rising voice of the priest turned somber, ,rain was pellting on the windows , the noises outside disappeared into the sound of the falling rain, Richard s mind began racing, he wasn't ready for this, if he waited for his turn to come by then it would be too late, these people were so , he began searching for a proper word to complete his idea, they were great and he was to pay for it all , the priest put his hit hand heavily on his shoulder
You are doing good for your family, let it be your guiding light, you be the guide and show them the purpose of life, you can do it, the priest smiled at him, I have read in the newspapers he died a hero s death , is that true
Richard avoided seeing directly into the priest's eyes , he shifted his gaze to look out of the window, the spreading darkness seemed to enter inside through the window
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