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  • It has been two weeks. Two weeks without Martha. Mr. Humphrey coughed to suppress the sob working its way up his throat.

    He winced, remembering the bolt of lightning that fell his beloved.

    Mr. Humphrey shed a leaf, stricken with grief.
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