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“Would you let me die daddy?” She looked up, a lock of hair gracing the small of her neck, tears withering down her cheeks and stared up at the only parent she’d ever known. A man tall and aging. A man in just as much pain as her. He shook his head aggressively. The very question cut deeper than he could explain, tears blurred his vision, the comforting words stuck in his throat. He looked down ...

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