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  <subtitle>She held the reciever close to her ear and smiled. 

&amp;quot;Hey,&amp;quot; 
&amp;quot;Hey,how are you?&amp;quot; he asked 
&amp;quot;I'm holding up well-doing the best I can you know,&amp;quot;she answered 
&amp;quot;Good. Keep trying. I know you'll pull through,&amp;quot; he said 
She laughed 
&amp;quot;Alright, I will.&amp;quot; she answered, &amp;quot;I miss you,&amp;quot; 
&amp;quot;I miss you too,&amp;quot; he replied 
She nearly started crying. It felt so good to hear those words. Sometimes it seemed these calls were the brightest part of her day. 

&amp;quot;I wish I could be with you,&amp;quot; she said 
&amp;quot;I know. I wanna kiss you so bad right now&amp;quot; he answered 
She blushed 
&amp;quot;Listen when you get back first thing I'm gonna do is give you a big hug, and then we'll go out for dinner,&amp;quot; he said 
&amp;quot;Luigi's?&amp;quot; She asked 
&amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; he answered 
&amp;quot;Listen, I'm so sorry. And I'm going to try my best to get better soon, so I can come back to you okay?&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;It's time for your medication, Mrs. Andrews&amp;quot; the nurse said, brandishing anti-depressants. 

&amp;quot;Let me finish this call,&amp;quot; she replied, wearily. 
&amp;quot;Bye honey I love you&amp;quot; 
&amp;quot;I love you too,&amp;quot; he answered </subtitle>
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