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“—but then sometimes. I wake up. And I roll over with my eyes closed. I hope and pray to something up there, that maybe if I stretch my hand out far enough, he’ll be there in the sheets. He usually isn’t, but when he is—well, then, I guess I can’t really explain the feeling…”

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