It's not doing much for me because I've already resigned myself to this inevitability and I let out a soft gasp of air, sucking it in past my teeth, wishing I could tell her otherwise. "It's not a lie, Trisha. It was my obituary. As real as anything else you can read here. I'm going to ..."
I close my eyes tightly, back losing some of its stiffness.
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Date: 2009-04-21 01:41 am (UTC)I close my eyes tightly, back losing some of its stiffness.