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al shove from m
k as my head hit t
ace, twisted not with remorse,
echoed in my ears: "She did this.
for their self-
oul into saving my tech mogul father-i
destructive craving, and my husband, David, wo
his medications, and pleaded wi
law's accusations of starvation, and David's grow
his health, f
ken neck fo
elusion over our life
absolute, an unjust end to a life
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k sheets of my own bed, the digital
day Richard was diagnosed
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et him ea