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I laughed. “You can teach without me remembering anything. Your life can’t just stop. You’ve said that yourself.” “I know. But it feels like it’s stopped. It’s hard to breathe when I look at you and you don’t look at me the same in return.” I was about to say I was sorry when music started playing lightly in the other room. I looked past him to the living room. Melissa winked at me and then disappeared down the hall. When I turned back to James he was standing beside my chair with one hand stretched toward me. “May I have this dance?” This was part of the evening he had planned for me. And I wanted to remember. How could I not want to remember loving this beautiful man? I slid my hand into his and he pulled me to my feet. His hand squeezed mine as we walked into the living room and st
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