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Forget Me Not"Good morning," You greeted me with a polite smile as I walked into the room. Behind the reserved blue of your eyes I could detect some trepidation. You were unsure if we had met before. I smiled back, as welcoming as I could.More Like This
"Hello. It looks like we're roommates." I stated ambiguously. There was nothing in that sentence to indicate how long we had shared the room. I have learned to give you only as much information as you ask. Too much, and you lose your temper. And, that Irish/Viking temper of yours, which you had held in check for all your life, exerted itself with frightening vengeance now. My right wrist smarted often as a reminder of
While You were SleepingKate awoke slowly to find a small pair of hands resting on the guard rail of her bed. The young girl who was quarantined along with her mother was standing next to her bed, looking down at her expectantly. "Hi," Kate greeted her warmly, pleased to see that all colour had returned to the child's cheeks, and that she was looking in good spirits.More Like This
"Hi. Your girlfriend came to visit you while you were sleeping."
Kate tried not to cringe at that title; who even uses that term to describe a female friend anymore? (Megan, apparently.) Visiting hours were long over, so Megan must have flashed her Philly MEO badge and bullied the nursing staff into l
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