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Mary and I went to the diner where we got ice cream one the first times we got together. We ate dinner there, and then I took her home.

That night, for the first time in weeks, I slept well, not having to worry about losing Mary.

I woke up at about noon the next day. There was a missed call from Mary.

The message wasn't left by Mary, but by her mom. She was sobbing. I knew something terrible happened.

"Marigold p-passed away l-last n-night. The t-treatment was t-to m-much - an o-overdose. It st-stopped her h-heart."

Mary was gone. Forever.

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