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“Something changed,” said Joe’s mother when the others were gone. “Your eyes are glimmering.”

Joe kept his focus on the oxygen tank quietly screaming in the shadows.

“Will he live until Christmas?” She took his hand between hers leaving Joe with the infantile longing to be held.

“No, Ma. Not if he stays home.”

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