Okay, I know that six means seven but still. It is six thirty and no one is here.
The memorial sucked.
Someone who RSVP'd for THREE even though only she was invited just fucking flaked.
All the food is out.
All the candles are lit.
All the lights are out.
I'm going to cry.
No one is here.
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