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jokes were allowed here.
I smiled.
After a second, he smiled back.
Then his face folded into something older.
“Is she going to die?”
The question hit me in the ribs.
I wanted to promise no. I wanted to wrap him in certainty. But Quincy had survived too many lies to be comforted by another one.
“She is very sick,” I said. “But she is fighting. And this time,continue reading …
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