(Jasmin POV) This old chapel has been my regular go-to place after my shift as a cashier at a small fast food chain. I do so to say some prayers, visit sister Ema, and offer some flowers by the altar. There was this old lady who sells wreaths, bouquets, and single roses by a wooden pushcart beside the pathway to the chapel. She’s usually prepared to close for the day when I pass by. But now that I was her
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