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“Do you think she is alive?” Celia asked me.

“Do you think she knows us?”

I am crying hard, holding her hands tightly. “Please, Celia. Don't do this.”

I am a second away from getting on my knees to beg her to join me.

“Please don't do this.” I sobbed.

Celia gave me a sad smile. She neve...

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