“Please, tell him. Tell Luigi…” I shiver. I exhale. I use the last of my strength to give Brant strength. To give him peace. He can’t think that I hate him. God, he can’t think that at all. “We came first…Mario and Luigi, right?” A nostalgic smile twitches on my mouth, and for a moment I pretend the paramedic is Brant. I picture his dark hair and dimples, his hazel eyes glimmering with grief. I turn this blurry stranger into my brother. I pretend that he’s Brant because I need him to be Brant. “I need you…to be Mario, now.” I think I hear giggles. Childlike giggles. Calling to me, beckoning
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