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April 28, 2006
She gazes up at me. "So many things I want to ask and none of them I'll remember until they can't be said."
I give her a faint smile. "That's the way of the world, Emily. Nothing's valued until it's lost. We take all things for granted, then live in regret."I start to turn.
"Wait,"she says again, this time softer. I wait. She struggles with her words for a moment. "Coffee and cinnamon rolls don't really add up to my life. Is there anything else I can do? To make your death of those two a fair trade?-