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"Why are you stuck in this dreadful place, anyway?"

He sighed, his hands shaking. "Cancer. I'm not getting any better, and I'd rather be outside dying, than in here dying."

"Me too, not the cancer part, but the dying part. Let's be. . Hospital friends. That way we'll have something to remember before we go."

Or maybe they were hospital friends who did nothing other than write each other letters and fall in love.

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