shake the feeling that things could get bad again, that she could get bad again, at any given moment. Sometimes her lungs would be clear for days, even weeks. He remembered seeing her in the holiday concert a few years back, her voice ringing pure and clear, her skin brightened by the forgiving, soft light. Standing there in a black dress, she looked like she could live forever. He had never felt so much love for anyone before. After all, she was his.
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