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Gus stood awkwardly beside his mother, staring at the people he had met but never talked to in the room. He was always quiet when he was a child, and Gus listened to the conversations around him with satisfaction. This has become a special habit, although he is thirteen years old, almost as tall as his father. Not everyone has noticed this-in fact, he is no longer the child who only knows how to walk around the dining table. There is no doubt that he can feel the mourning atmosphere of those around him and try to understand why they are sad together in this cold winter.
He glanced in the direction of the fireplace, where there was a portrait of Debbie Watney. Surrounded by dazzling equipment, flowers and many burning candles, she was buried in the cemetery that morning, next to her brother Vic. Gus, led by his mother, attended the funeral in memory of the man who briefly appeared in his life. This is the saddest and strangest experience he has ever had.
At first, although the weather was extremely cold, many people came to the cemetery to mourn, accompanied by a lot of sobbing. The Snow Queen scattered countless glittering white sequins as the background of the cemetery. Cus……
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