Things are crazy. Crazier than before everything happened. The funeral is tomorrow. We all decided to go together. I was worried about Peyton, she was the only one that walked out of this hurt...well, besides Jim. But she told me (very firmly) that she wanted to go with us. Mom said she would go. And Keith too. It's just going to be...weird. I don't even know what to expect. I should call Mouth and make sure he's doing OK.
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