He hugged her tight, real tight, in the hospital bed. He cried and held her hand, "I'm not going to lose you. Heavens would have to take my ten fingers first."
"C'mon," she said. "It was just diarrhea. I'm now fine."
"I know . . . but of course, I will worry a lot. After all, I never really had anything as beautiful and wonderful as you."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
