Vince had never been so use to sitting for so long. It had been two days since they set out and he'd caught right up on his sleep over the time. Not-to-mention his brother's ceaseless chapter.
"...and we put a wreath around father's grave, a splendid one, one of remarkable girth. Mother's grave has an even bigger one, one styled to befitting a lady..."
Vince sat across from him as he seemed to ramble on to eternity. Head in fist he stared out the window wondering when it would all end.
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