Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Dead
Fidel is dead, old age finally claimed my husband. I am in shock, but must be strong. I am the hood president and the pillar of the community. According to protocal the family must take a day and mourn Fidel, so this simTuesday we're staying home and having a wake. I must order the family some appropiate attire and Fiona will have to cancel her bacherlorette party.
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