October 2010
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“Maybe its the simple things,” she slurred, her mouth slightly agape. I could see how unfocused her eyes were, how uncertain and shaky her thoughts became. She was gone. Almost a body without a soul. Her hand clenched mine as her eyes rolled around in her head like marbles.
“Maybe the simple things what, ma?” I muttered, pulling the sheet up and tucking it under her...