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Última publicación dom, ene 24, 2021
77. 77 long years of life and 58 years were spent with the love of his life. To him that was a good life.
He was hooked to a life support machine and his wife sat beside him holding his hand. His life was quickly slipping away. All she wished is that she could go back to 58 years ago. A single tear slipped from her eye and ran down her cheek, wrinkled with age. She couldn't imagine a life without her love.
The tear dropped onto their connected hands. She closed her eyes tightly wishing to go back. She opened her eyes and was standing outside of a small little restaurant with a Coca-Cola sign in the front window. A car sped by and water splashed all over the dress she wore.
"Hey!" A man screamed at the car that splashed her.
She turned to look at the man and was shocked. That man was her husband 58 years ago.
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