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| Chapter 9 - Memories of Max |
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"I'm not sure." He paused and then nodded. "It is, you know." |
I was desperately and deeply sad. His love for me was being gauged against all that pain. This conversation caused me hours and hours of tears on many occasions after he died. He had quantified his love for me against suffering that I had watched but could not comprehend. |
It took a long long time to come to terms with that. |
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