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    The next few days were the best ones I've had since my early childhood. I felt like a child again, so beautifully immature for the first time in years. I laughed at Alex's dumb jokes and I ran around the deck in socks playing floor hockey with the crew. I stopped worrying so much about table manners.

       I still hurt, I hurt so much and I missed my family so much. But I let it burn inside me instead of stifling the fire like I used to. I let the pain seer along with my careless childlike laughter.

I was alive.

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