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It would be her daughter’s birthday tomorrow, but they hadn’t spoken for a long time. It had been a misunderstanding between two headstrong women, both too proud to admit fault. Yet the terminal illness and the diagnosis received today made her realise life was too precious to waste on petty arguments. Yet what could she say to her in a text? Her words appeared as she typed in the chat widow but were deleted as quickly. They weren’t right, they weren’t what she wanted to say. At last, she gave up trying to explain and simply typed— I’m sorry, love.’
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