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The tender smell of turkey was rising in our house I wassitting watching television. I loved Christ
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The tender smell of turkey was rising in our house I was sitting watching television. I loved Christmas; the presents, turkey and the time spent with my family. Year after year, it was the same, up until Christmas Eve four years ago when the phone rang. This one phone call made the tender smell of turkey turn into the hateful smell of revenge. My auntie had rung to say my uncle had been murdered. I could see my dads face turn from a golden brown to a pale ivory. At first, when I was told, I went numb, not knowing whether to cry o mad. The feeling that I felt could not come near to the hatred I felt after the funeral. A funeral, why have a funeral for someone who had hardly lived. I never cried when I found out; it was still so surreal. It was at the funeral...
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