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At Arlington National Cemetery, I, Chloe, stood beside my mother, Helen, burying my father, Colonel Marcus Evans. A hero to the world, but I knew his secret.
Then, a pregnant woman, Tiffany, appeared, loudly claiming to be his mistress. "He loved me!" she cried, "He was going to leave her for us. This is his son." The funeral erupted.
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