The funeral ended, leaving Franklin to his thoughts. He didn't want to talk about it. Each time somebody had come up to him to try and say something, he had just turned around and walked away. 'They can't say anything to make this better.' It wasn't that kind of situation for Franklin. It /was not/ their time to die, and Franklin was beginning to weight his options.
He was alone on the opposite end of the graveyard and sat down on a patch of grass (not on a grave, though!).
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