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It's her birthday. I remember. The headache, it stopped; I could actually see. When I opened my eyes it was bright, too bright. And in that light, that fluorescent illumination of a long forgotten daze, I saw her.

It was clear. All I had to do was pick up the phone. All I had to do was dial a number. Instead, I sat there watching a silhouette of the window curtain dance at my side. And that, well that, was something.