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// 20XX 
// Story: Little Bother 
// by GreySlate 
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	I lay here on my bed. My chest feels heavy, breaths barely making it into my lungs. I start to have a big headache. I can hear my sweetheart in the joining room, whistling as she carefully cleans. I call for her with what breath I have left. As she comes in, rushing to my bed, I pull her close, gently kiss her, and say for a final time “I love you.” My eyes slowly drift closed as silence begins to consume me.