[ Clark didn't know what to say. A heaviness descends upon him. He had no regrets and yet, regrets swarmed in his mind. He could picture the funeral, the obituary that would change the details of his death. The quiet plot where his father had been buried. He swallows tightly. ]
There was so much that I had to do. So much that my parents wanted for me.
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There was so much that I had to do. So much that my parents wanted for me.
It never felt done.