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“For…give me…” he said, his voice no more than a thread, and I didn’t know whether he spoke to me or to God. “Oh, Jesus,” I said, tasting cold iron on my tongue. “Jamie—please. Please don’t go.” His eyelids fluttered, and closed.
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