One of my friends, Rita (name changed) from Middle Township had a degree in music and dance. She died recently at her home. Rita was old and sick. She tried to make her life known. She told me that she would love to go out for lunch or dinner and to travel the world, especially Italy. She told me that she would sing songs, have a boyfriend, date. She would like to visit her old school in Pennsylvania. Her death was sad, especially for me. I felt particularly heartbroken. I cried when she died. I remember when I first started coming to see her, I was serious at her childish ways. She was undoubtedly an expert in making jokes and enjoyed talking.
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