my tears, I couldnt  t the play.

    quot;But all t have-”

    quot;Maybe,quot; sting me off. quot;Doing t kept me hy for so long.”

    Later, sold me t seven montors had given her a year, maybe less.

    t mig. treated her.

    t ty years ago, and I kne meant.

    Only a miracle could save her.

    quot; you tell me?”

    tion I  asked  Id been t. I  slept t nigill so sadness to anger and back again, all nig  so and praying t terrible nightmare.

    e o tion. It was January 10, 1959.

    Jamie didnt look as depressed as I t s t o knorusted even me. I  and frig time.

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    I kne it didnt make it any easier. I  time in my life, completely and utterly at a loss.

    Id never o me die before, at least not anyone t I could remember. My grandmot remember a single t   feer ories, of course, from bot to me ts exactly  ories I mig some ake me  flo only for t behind.

    No one in my family or my circle of friends o confront someteen, a cill very muc time. I  only for  for me as  o ever get angry in  okay to talk about ture anymore? My fear made talking to , tient h me.

    My fear,  made it all ed to spend time een days. teen days seemed like my entire life, but now, w here would be.

    On Monday s s s lunco  class. Sh school forever; she would never receive her diploma.

    I couldnt concentrate on anyt