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Lungs screaming for air, I try and fail to haul in a breath.
“Goodbye, cowboy,” she whispers.
The line goes dead.
No . . .
Fuckingno.
The phone all but cracks in the vice grip I have around it.
FUCK.
My heart throbs with an ache I will remember till the day I die.
Which hopefully isn’t in a week’s time.
God willing.
