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There was no time to stop or slow down. Time was frozen. She came running so fast, praying, please please God don't let this be real. They looked down on his lifeless body. Faint cries of her voice saying "please don't go." All sounds stopped except the flat line machine, it screams goodbye so loud.
Rolling down her cheek the tear was like a brand. To him it was cold as ice.
The workers pulled the sheet over his face.
Finding herself in a chapel, she looked up, only to be dressed like an Angel as family gazed upon her.

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