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Lethal. It had been mercifully quick and painless. Nothing could have been done to save him.
Solemnly, I asked: "When?"
"About an hour and a half ago," they told me. And all I could think was: Oh my God. Just like that. There is nothing I can do to change this. He’s gone. And I began to make noises like I had never made in my life, like an animal suffering. Like the screams I had heard beyond our window late one night when some small animal was about to be slaughtered by a coyote. This cry was coming from somewhere deep inside me as I died, too, with my true love that day.
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