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Olivia saw the chocolate cake, she saw the jellied salad, she saw the ribbon sandwiches. She felt empty but she didn't feel hungry. It was a deep emptiness that no amount of food could fill.
She existed in a vacuum. Though the sun shone the world was colourless. Though music played all Olivia heard was a dull drone. Though a gentle warming breeze blew -- she felt cold as ice. Though some of the mourners chatted to her all Olivia heard were bits and pieces of conversation.
"Do you remember when she..."
"She was always so..."
"I will always remember her for her..."
"She was a true..."
"I will miss her for her..."
"She so loved her morning..."
"She was the one who taught me to..."
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