… while I was paying for a quart of oil, conversation between the woman behind me in line and the woman I was paying: “Guess who got to hold the urn. Me.” “Better you than me.” “It was kind of creepy. My brother. They brought him for Christmas.”
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… while I was paying for a quart of oil, conversation between the woman behind me in line and the woman I was paying: “Guess who got to hold the urn. Me.” “Better you than me.” “It was kind of creepy. My brother. They brought him for Christmas.”