Kit’s breathing continued to slow down and time began to stand still. The air was heavy, almost oppressive. I felt like I was in some kind of alternative reality as I watched the most important person in my life near the end of his. Each dramatic breath was now becoming an event unto itself, the three of us hanging on to each gasp of air, hoping, praying, another one was coming right behind it. For a split second, as I waited for him to inhale, I imagined Kit opening his eyes, looking over at me, and urgently saying, as he had so many hundreds of times before, I’m hungry. What are we doing for
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