So my leg lunged forward, and you slowly matched that step,
Smiling, clinging onto my hand trembling no more.
I wasn’t going to let you go.
I would succeed.
I had done this before
She must be alone. No: lonely in the grip of a crowd of white coats
Seeking the via for the intravenous treatment
Cry but that your early death may be last of its kind. Go well brave You, until we meet on the other side.
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