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She was diagnosed on a Friday, the kids were almost home, the kids were on their way back home from sch
ng face down in the gutter of un
shed dreams and broken memories of things to come, "Sorry ma'am, I really am. I had to break the news. I had
the phone call to tell you that you're due, you know where, I'll tell you when, and I suggest you
iving these next three weeks, the best way that you can." Every night for three long weeks, she'd roam the hallway