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Sep 2013
You’re beautiful but you’re dying, he told her.

I know, she said quite simply. And she knew.

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She saw him in her mind's eye saying, "You are too sick for words," and then he would push a button and she would disappear into thin air.

"You’re transparent."

And she cried, "Yes, I know! But I don’t know how to fill up all these extra spaces.  I don’t want to be seen! I don’t want you to see inside me but I don’t know how to cover up these bones!"
I think I might cut this down to just a fragment?
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