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For once he was silent. No words, good or bad, could leave his mouth as he slept silently in a room that I was familiar with not long ago. No, not a carefully cleaned bedroom or the cold room of a morgue but someplace in between.

It's my fault.
My fault he's here. Does he deserve it?
To most people, probably.
To me, maybe not.

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