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           Youmightsaythingsweredifferentfromthistime.IforgotallshedidinthepastandIwassorryforher,IwastrulysorryforwhatIdidthatotherevening,butIwasn’ttoknowshewasreallyill.Itwasspiltmilk;itwasdoneandtherewasanendtoit.

           Itwasreallyfunny,though,howjustwhenIthoughtIwasreallyfedupwithheralltheoldfeelingscameback.Ikeptonthinkingofnicethings,howsometimeswegotonwellandallthethingsshemeanttomebackhomewhenIhadnothingelse.AllthepartfromwhenshetookoffherclothesandInolongerrespectedher,thatseemedtobeunreal,likewebothlostourminds.Imean,herbeingillandmenursingseemedmorereal.

           Istayedintheouterroomlikethenightbefore.Shewasquiethalfanhourorso,butthenshebegantalkingtoherself,Isaidareyouallright,andshestopped,butthenlateronshebegantalkingagain,orrathermutteringandthenshecalledmynameoutreallyloud,shesaidshecouldn’tbreathe,andthenshebroughtupamassofphlegm.Itwasafunnydarkbrown,Ididn’tlikethelookofitatall,butIthoughtthepillsmighthavecolouredit.Afterthatshemusthavedozedoffforanhourorso,butsuddenlyshebegantoscream,shecouldn’t,butshewastryingandwhenIrushedinshewashalfoutofbed.Idon’tknowwhatshewastryingtodo,butshedidn’tseemtoknowmeandshefoughtlikeatiger,inspiteofbeingsoweak.Ireallyhadtofighttolieherdownagain.