"What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked."You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.
She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the mome...
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