“This is a good day to die,” I said.
“It’s beautiful and it’s warm
and it’s not too cold.
If I was going to die
this would be a good day to go.”

She looked at me and nodded.

“Yes,” she said, as she watched the tears run down my cheek, and put her arm around my shoulder.

“If I were going to die, I’d want to die on this day.”

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