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Mary and I got together a few days later. She was weak, and she didn't look too good.

She told me all about her new treatment, and about how it could possibly remove the cancer completely. There was no better feeling in the world than knowing that she was going to be okay.

Mary couldn't stay the night at my house until she was better - she needed to take medicine every night, which could only be done by using a large machine. Still, we saw each other a lot more now that we knew she wasn't dying any time soon.

*thought

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