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gets bad,” he said.

I looked down at the fragile star, carefully folded from bright blue paper.

“He thinks if he makes a thousand,” my husband continued softly, “you’ll say

The words hit me like a punch to the chest.

I felt my throat tighten as I looked back toward the bed.

His eyes fluttered open when he heard my voice.

When he saw me, a faint smile appeared continue reading …