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All those years I was a mourner.
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Since I can remember, I have been following my foster father to give funerals to the dead, in this business, there is always something unclean behind, as long as you don't do anything wrong, 'it' won't harm anyone; that day my wallet was stolen, I took a dime from the dead man's mouth to take the bus home, and later that night, the bus rolled down the cliff, and a carload of more than thirty people were killed; When I got home, I found my foster father crouched beside a coffin...