[The words spill from her hands. Ginia freezes for a second, but she doesn't take them back either. Can't take them back. She'll grab onto every shred of hope she can and push on for one more day, but the signs are obvious.
They weren't meant to be permanent. They are a flicker of change, an inconvenient year for the old, and then life will continue on.]
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[The words spill from her hands. Ginia freezes for a second, but she doesn't take them back either. Can't take them back. She'll grab onto every shred of hope she can and push on for one more day, but the signs are obvious.
They weren't meant to be permanent. They are a flicker of change, an inconvenient year for the old, and then life will continue on.]