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Mournful cries could be heard from a mile away , even before David had reached the source . A tiny house , on the narrow street was flooded with bystanders and mourners . Some were confused , some were curious , while a few had a look of justification on their faces as they stated why it was the only kind of end the deceased would get or deserved for being in a gang .
The poorly lit room of the small house echoed with muted sobs and hushed conversation as David made his way through the mourners . People separated to make way for him as if he were filthy or stinking, since they had their noses scrunched and murmurs grew louder .
The air hung heavy with the scent of incense and fresh flowers . Inside the house , David approached the raised platform on the floor with a frame
