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as they rolled me away.
Then nothing.
The rest I learned later from records, timestamps, phone logs, and Clayton’s careful voice laying out the facts because he believed facts were kinder than guessing.
At 7:28 a.m., my surgery began.
At 9:39 a.m., my mother texted my father.
Do it now while she can’t check.
Seven words.
That was all it took to split my life continue reading …
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