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The Coconut Grove District is located on the banks of the Miami River. The asphalt road connecting the beach to the hotel extends from Fifth Street to Forty-fifth Street, leaving the bustling and tourist-swarmed South Beach and heading north. This is the local Miami. Where people gather, this is the real Miami.

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The green asphalt road at 8:00 in the morning winds leisurely forward in sight, guiding the footsteps to shuttle between the cafes and bars on both sides of the road. The uneven old houses can clearly see the history of Miami, which originated from the north and expanded all the way to the south. Looking around, the river on the left flows slowly, like a green natural emerald, and the color continues to deepen along the direction of sight. In the distance, you can see the Pacific coast surrounded by South Beach. At the place where the sea and the sky meet, a tinge of cyan stretches continuously along the off-white sandy beach to the right.

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The sun in the winter morning is a little thin, and the morning sun is shrouded in the mist, showing golden particles, blurring all the colors. Evan Bell was standing on the asphalt road at this time. The pale winter sun pulled a slender shadow on the ground and walked forward with steady steps. Not far away, small box-like houses are staggered among the litter, and the yellow lawn on the ground has lost all its vitality.

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The navy blue navy uniforms slowly appeared in the line of sight, sometimes mixed with a few smears of black, everyone's steps were very heavy, and it seemed that the solemn winter had crushed their shoulders. Large tracts of cool tones surrounded the white wooden house, causing Evan Bell to fight a cold war. He tugged on his black suit jacket, as if it would warm his body a little.

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There were many people walking side by side with Evan Bell, and everyone walked to the white wooden house in silence. Occasional eye contact also appears quiet. Some eyes swept over Evan Bell inadvertently and paused, but there was no more reaction. Then he continued to move forward. Here, the name "Evan Bell" has no special symbolic meaning, he is just an ordinary person who came to attend the funeral.

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Follow the crowd to push open the birch door. Soldiers in white T-shirts and navy blue military pants can be seen everywhere. Their uniform coats are placed on tables and sofas. Several figures lie on the brown sofa. , resting with closed eyes in a stiff posture, and two figures busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

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Evan Bell glanced at him. Found Jason Mayez by the windowsill. Looking at the bright yellow daisies in his hand, Evan Bell did not disturb the sleeping Jason Mayez. They must be exhausted for vigil. I don't know how long Jason Mayez has not slept.

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Evan Bell grabbed a soldier who was about to go out next to him, looked at his epaulette, and said softly, "Corporate. Where is the coffin parked?"

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The corporal looked at Evan Bell and saw the daisy in his hand, "It's next door, you can just walk through this door."

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Evan Bell nodded, then walked in that direction. The sound of footsteps was absorbed by the khaki carpet on the ground. The whole room was extraordinarily quiet, and even the sound of toast was very soft. When I walked to the door of the hall, I saw at a glance the empty room in the center, where a coffin was parked, covered with a star-spangled flag, and several flower baskets were visited on both sides.

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Evan Bell stopped when he saw the mattress in front of the coffin. A woman's figure was lying on the white mattress. The black top and brown-black hair set off the white, which was very dazzling. There was a laptop in front of the mattress, and the screen was still glowing with a faint blue light. The woman's hand dangled from the mattress and placed it on the mouse on the ground, as if she was fiddling with the computer before going to sleep.

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Evan Bell knew that this should be Katherine Burns.

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A soldier standing beside the coffin saw Evan Bell and came over. He was wearing a neat navy uniform, with a row of medals pinned to his left chest, and the epaulettes showed that this was a major. "Joe Baker, are you Katherine's friend?" Joe Baker glanced back at the woman lying on the mattress and whispered, "She insisted on staying with Casey for the last night, not long ago, in a daze Fell asleep."

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Evan Bell also glanced at Katherine Burns, her thin body, covered under a white quilt, seemed to disappear at any time. Through the curvature of the quilt, the bulge of the lower abdomen can be vaguely seen, and the little life hidden under the sadness is more and more desolate in this winter.

Looking back at Joe Baker, Evan Bell said in a low voice, "Let her rest for a while, it's going to be a long day." Joe Baker nodded slightly, on his pale face , you can clearly see his bloodshot eyes. Evan Bell stretched out his right hand, "Evan Bell, just a person who came to pay his respects."

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Joe Baker wasn't too surprised by Evan Bell's self-introduction, he just nodded slightly. Obviously, on top of such a funeral, even if they are not relatives and friends, there are still many people who come to pay their respects.

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Evan Bell let go of Joe Baker's hand, walked towards the coffin, placed the daisies in his hand beside the bouquet, stood in front of the coffin, and remained silent. The fragility of life is always regrettable. A car accident and an accident may end a fresh life. In the midst of war, the ruthlessness of guns and ammunition is even more cruel, making it impossible for these lost lives to even say goodbye to this world.

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There was a little movement behind him. As soon as Evan Bell turned his head, he saw Catherine Burns who was confused and sober. This woman, who had just lost her husband, sat up half-sit up on the mattress, sat blankly on the spot, then re-held the mouse on the ground with her stiff right hand, clicked twice, and cheerful music came from the computer , is "Hey, ster".

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Evan Bell listened to his voice shuttle briskly in the melody, echoing continuously in the empty room, making the loneliness and emptiness more and more terrifying, and his heart could not help but twitch.

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When Katherine Burns turned her head, she seemed to want to search for the shadow of her husband's coffin, but when she saw Evan Bell, she was a little dazed, and she froze in place.

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Evan Bell made a half-circle to the front of the mattress, giving Catherine Burns a direct view of her husband's coffin. Then he half-knelt down and said softly, "My condolences."

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Katherine Burns still didn't seem to react, her brain seemed to freeze. The music was still playing, "My only antidote to the awkwardness of your swing dance is to look at you. You are a goddess, I am your believer, and you are the only one in my dreams." But suddenly, Catherine Bo Ence collapsed, and the tears fell down like this, but there was no sound of crying, and the tears reflected a heartbreaking light in the faint light.

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This is the first time Evan Bell has met Katherine Burns. For him, Kathy Burns and Katherine Burns are complete strangers. But at this moment, he could feel the silent impact, which made his heart twitch involuntarily. In the face of death, even if it is just a stranger, it is just as heavy.

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"Did Kathy let you come?" Katherine Burns murmured, but this sentence was blurred by the sobbing voice, making it impossible to even distinguish between words. Evan Bell did not answer, because he knew that all the answers he gave were not what Katherine Burns wanted. "He, he promised me to take me to your concert when he came back from Iraq, but...but...but, I don't want to go to your concert, I just want him back, come back …”

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Even if the melody of "Hey, Life Girl" is brisk, no matter how bright the sun is outside, even if the woman in front of you has never met before, the desolation of the cold winter is still there. Unstoppable came to Katherine Burns' life. "He will never come back", what a ridiculous but sad sentence~www.readwn.com~ is so cruel that people can't resist.

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Evan Bell opened his mouth, but found that there was nothing to say, because at this moment, any language is pale. condolences? This is one of the cruelest words in the world, because only the lost parties can experience the heart-piercing pain. What they need is not "condolences", but that the deceased can come back. A sentence "Sorry for your loss" has no power at all.

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Catherine Burns was obviously exhausted. After crying for a while, she fell asleep again. The song "Hey, Life Girl" on the computer was still circling leisurely, but it was pale and weak.

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Evan Bell squatted for a while, stood up again, and walked out towards the door. Pushing open the door of the hall, the clear winter sun shines down, but it makes people feel no warmth. A man came towards him at the door, and a man in a neat uniform on his right greeted him. The man in the black suit hugged the man in the navy uniform, and Evan Bell clearly saw that tears fell on the man's face. There was no sound of crying, but these silent tears made the whole winter become more and more depressing.

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The war, the ridiculous war, the war that the United States launched against Iraq and Afghanistan, no one can count how much damage it has caused. Those so-called casualties and family subsidies are not counted, because the real damage is the mark engraved on the hearts of every family, which cannot be conveyed by any number.

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