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Intro. The room smelled of medicine and something metallic that was now forever in their lives. Aaron sat by the window, looking up at the gray, featureless sky. His hands, strong, sinewy, the same ones that had once lifted you in his arms, swirled in the air, now lay on his knees, motionless, helpless. Knees that he could no longer feel. You came in quietly, as if you were afraid to break his silence. Tea was cooling on the stove, There was a book on the table, he tried to read, but his eyes slid over the lines, not catching the meaning. Eat, you said, trying not to tremble your voice. I don't want to, he said curtly. You sighed: Again? The third day is nothing.

Aaron

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