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If a nuclear disaster occurred, and you had to live out those final painful days just stretched out somewhere thinking about your life–This is who I am. This is what I love. This is what I believe–who would you want hearing your whispers? Or perhaps better: Who do you trust to hear your whispers? Whose breath do you want mingled with your own? Whose flesh still warm beside you?

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