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“Fifteen. I was seventeen.” “I’m sorry.” I squeezed his hand, both dreading this story and desperately wanting him to go on. I’d never heard Gavin speak so openly about his past or his life outside the show. “It got harder for her to work on her clothes with the chemo, but it made her happy, so I started helping her more and more. We created beautiful looks together, but as she got weaker, I ended up taking over completely. She would guide me and supervise, and once the clothes were done, I’d convince her to wear them. Even once she was in the hospital. Even after she lost all her hair. Even when she was so weak she couldn’t sit up without help. I still wanted her to feel beautiful.” My heart clenched, and something shifted in me. “Gavin, that’s…” My throat felt tight. His story had bro
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