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~~~~~~ Diana woke up late, feeling exhausted. After taking a bath and doing her makeup, she styled her hair. Painting her lips red, she went to select a dress from the closet. A sparkling red dress caught her eye, so she put it on. The simple gown with short sleeves reached her upper knees. She put on a pair of blue heels. "Happy birthday, dear," Rita said, admiring her daughter's new look. "Thanks, Mom," Diana responded warmly. The thought of it still being her late father's death anniversary made her glance at Rita, who was dressed in all black. "Are you going to the cemetery today?" Her tone cracked, unfolding sadness. Rita chuckled and playfully hit her head. "How can I go to the cemetery when we're in New York City? Your late father's cemetery is in Adelaide, Australia, idiot.
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