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He was battered, but the most pain he felt came from his heart. As he told their story to his cell neighbor, he had felt an emptiness dig into his chest, a painful feeling of loss that he couldn't explain. What else did she have to lose? He had told him about when he couldn't explain why he was still awake at three in the morning thinking about her, when, in the early days, he used his mind as a blank sheet of paper to fill with images of her who didn't even have a name, describing her, praising her elegance and writing down all the places where he would have liked to see her happy, by his side. He told him how he couldn't control his smile when he had her in front of him, when she told her story among those stalls, without the need for words, he also told him that he was counting the d
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