Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
Thriteen times. I’m going to remember that number forever. The day is clear and bright, but the mood is dark and sombre. The temperature is just right. Warm enough to go outside without a jacket but it’s not necessary. Terrence would have been content to sit on the front porch, put his dirty shoes on the railing and just listen to the animals in the barn. Instead, I’m here, learning that at a military funeral they fold the flag thirteen times.
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