Two deaths in a day - one very real, of existence; eighty nine years of it, of it, eighty years of a marriage; another very real too, this one of a relationship - a year of it, but of one that feels a lot longer, one that gave me much more than I could ever give back to it.
I can only wish it all works out for the best. Thanks for everything.
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