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When the people you love are gone, it’s the things they’ve touched that keep them alive in your mind.
The tears came again. They poured from his eyes and ran over his cheeks. Flowed down to the stubble on his chin. This time they didn’t feel so much like razorblades.They felt like the long-awaited answer to a mournful prayer for rain.
