I can’t stop crying. It was a dream, wasn’t it? She’s been dead for nearly ten years, but it had seemed so real. The warmth of her hand on my face, the softness of her voice as she told me it wasn’t my fault, and the sweet fragrance of her favorite perfume had all seemed so REAL! But she died a long time ago, so it MUST have been a dream. I can’t stop crying, though, because I can still smell her perfume.
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