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cherish most. I've always been

appreciative of my life, understanding the

fragility of it. I see the flash of my phone

light, and I tense. It's six a.m. I tilt the

screen toward me, and my brows knit

together. Number unknown. I don't

bother answering. I turn on my side,

away from it.

Cohen sleeps soundly beside me. I

watch the gentle rise and fall of his back

and admire the shock of salt-and-pepper