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She was there again last night.

She sat across my bed, expressionless.

Her eyes were pale, and it was like she kept fading away.

'Do you believe them?' she asked.

I shook my head.

She smiled,

not a sincere smile,

but a tired sleepless smile.

'I'm sorry,' again she said.

I reached for her, but she was gone.

She was gone.

She faded away.

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