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At the End, With You

May 27, 2013

“I thought you’d outlive me,” his wife said.

The bench outside the hospice had a view of the evening sky. The asteroid, a fiery ball of white and blue, was now visible day and night.

“Me too,” said her husband.

She coughed. He pressed some tissues into her hand.

“I’m glad I don’t have to.”

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