[ She'd sat there waiting for his reply. Anything. Her thoughts raced. He wouldn't reply, why would he? He had every right not to and to be upset with her, furious. The same as she was with him. But with the old age came about a resignation, a tired one. Defeat, perhaps.
All of these emotions, all of these memories. The illness she could feel threatening to overtake her. ]
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All of these emotions, all of these memories. The illness she could feel threatening to overtake her. ]
Why wouldn't I?