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“I reached for him, through the impenetrable darkness. I reached for the steady, reassuring warmth of his firm grasp. When I found it, I let out a small cry of relief. It was like realizing I was still alive all over again, only much, much more important. For my death was of no importance to me. His, though, would have been catastrophic.” -Untitled (By JmR)