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The patient was silence itself
I'm in the cath lab but there's no wire, no table. A heart hangs in the air, and I'm not fixing it — I'm just watching it rest. My mother sits in the corner holding a clock that has no hands, and we both know we're waiting for something that doesn't need to happen.
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