Her voice was stitched with her own pain and fear for me, her eyes wide with fright
. And that was two weeks in Boston. “Am I dead?” I asked in a hoarse whisper
. . Then she went beyond coherent speech

Her voice was stitched with her own pain and fear for me, her eyes wide with fright
. And that was two weeks in Boston. “Am I dead?” I asked in a hoarse whisper
. . Then she went beyond coherent speech

Her voice was stitched with her own pain and fear for me, her eyes wide with fright
. And that was two weeks in Boston. “Am I dead?” I asked in a hoarse whisper
. . Then she went beyond coherent speech

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