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"No!" I woke suddenly in the hospital waiting room after Eleanor screamed.

"Mrs. Simon! Please tell me what-" My eyebrows furrowed.

The trembling woman collapsed, cupping her face. "She's gone from us." Agony and frustration filled her voice. I wanted to hold poor Ashley as her lids peacefully shut one last time. Ashley had other plans and she didn't wish for anyone to be in her final moments; she shut everyone out.   

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