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there was something horribly wrong, but

this is so much more than that. I feel my

heart shatter into a million pieces. I can't

cry, the tears refuse to come and give me

any sort of relief. It’s like the body

chooses to abandon you at the most

inopportune time, like mine is now.

There are more pictures in the

envelope, so many of them. They're

dated, small digits on the right-hand

corner of each one. I look at them and