Ninety-five days, and then I'll be safe. I wonder whether the procedure will hurt. I want to get it over with. It's hard to be patient. It's hard not to be afraid while I'm still uncured, though so far the deliria hasn't touched me yet. Still, I worry. They say that in the old days, love drove people to madness. The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don't.
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SPOILER ALERT: This wonderful story is not for the "faint of heart" ... it leaves one with a sense of hope amidst sorrow like the last ray of sunlight angling through a thunderstorm ~Q