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July 24, 2003
She remembered walking those Cambridge streets with him while he puffed on whatever brand of cigarettes he used to smoke. It was after she'd started loving him, but before she got the nerve to tell him. She had been there for him as his life was being thrown about like beach ball at Fenway Park. But years later, after they had fallen in love, after they had moved 1,000 miles for his new job, she needed him. The big difference was not knowing how to ask. An her not knowing what she was going through and therefore what she needed.