2006-02-03 1135 Writing: == Close == : We couldn't tell anyone the truth of our plight. We lay there on the operating . . .

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We couldn’t tell anyone the truth of our plight. We lay there on the operating table, the anaesthetic slowly taking effect, our lives fading into unconscious nothingness. I looked at her, needed to be sure this what what she wanted. She gazed back cold and hard and I drifted away, a single tear on my cheek. It would soon be over.

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