When we
had entered the cemetery, there were a couple (white) guys ahead of us, with
mullets, and in shorts and jackets and backward baseball caps.
We were
both looking around for maps, and so when we were done figuring out that there
weren’t any except for one taped in the window of the (closed) office, I was like, “So
whose graves you looking for?”.
“Our
buddy’s,” the one guy was like.
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