Yesterday, I found “Final Exit” in Ma’s car. I wasn’t supposed to see it.

Later that night, my husband tells me Ma told him a few weeks ago the doctors gave her a year to live.

Nanowrimo is over. I didn’t make the 50k and I really don’t care. That’s just the kind of news that kills your inspiration.

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