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  1. Crushing sadness filled me to the very brim and threatens to overflow. I stand in the middle of a crowd dressed in black, a coffin set in the center of the room. Sorrow, grief, depression, all of these emotions hit me with an unimaginable force. I stand near Robert and the others of my tribe who are all dressed in the clothing they wore on the island, covered in blood, Simon’s blood. Still chanting, they circle around me chanting in a low voice. I realize the woman in front of me is talking to me, thanking me, Roger and the others had told her how I had tried to look out for Simon on the island, tried to keep her little boy safe. She breaks down in front of me, still thanking me through the sobs racking her body. I stand there, frozen with emotions that I could not name, and as I look down at my hands, I realize they too are covered with blood…
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