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I got into the room next door where Andrea was lying.
The beeping sounds of the monitor haven't helped matters. His familiar cologne hung in the air, reminding me of him again. The times we shared together. All the love and care he'd shown me.
I cocked my head, trying to block the thoughts even though they had found their way into my head.
Andrea
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