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woken by a sound, from her or by her i still don't know, and i saw that she was awake. and had vomited. and still could barely move. and i knew this was it. kat called the hospice nurse to come and give her the drugs to take away the pain, and we waited, sick with despair and doing everything we could not
to show it. we gently held her as she trembled. we kissed her head through her curly hair, told her that we were here with her and that she could go, not to be afraid, we'd be there with her soon. lying to her, now, finally, so far past the point where truth was kind or helpful, telling her whatever...
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