So color me surprised when the first word out of this stranger’s mouth isn’t the S word. “My mother died of cancer when I was eight.” Are we sharing sob stories with each other? I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that. Shit, I can’t say the S word now. “She was my best friend. She was also the best person I’ve ever met. She was caring and kind, and it was hard seeing her grow sicker. I wish I could’ve given her the life that she gave me. And I know we’re strangers, but I’m all too familiar with that guilt you’re describing—that feeling that it should’ve been you instead.” “It feels
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