Chris Walker

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My mouth was empty, and my brain was like the moment when the subtitles gap out—pure terror, what was happening, would I never understand anything again? Every gesture in the world was gone from my body. How do I tell him, I thought, how do I tell him? My husband, when I looked at him, was holding up finger hearts.
Will There Ever Be Another You
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