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Hope
   Her cold fingers brushed across his feverishly warm forehead. The twitching of his eyes under his lids gave her a flicker of hope as she traced his face gently with her fingertips. She quickly pulled away beofre her salty tears could plop onto his beautifully peacefuly face.
   The candle on the table next to the bed seemed to be flickering in time with her hope, sporatic yet still sustaining. The dancing shadows along the walls were strangly comforting to her; they were constant companions who waited by his bedside vigilantly, like her, when everyone else abandoned her and him. 'He's a deadman,' they told her, some with pity and others with irriation, impatience.
   No, she thought now as she took his clammy hand between her brisk ones. She would never give up on him, no matter what anyone told her. The candle flickered, seemingly about to snuff out, before blazing anew with a newfound strength.
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Description
Hope
   Her cold fingers brushed across his feverishly warm forehead. The twitching of his eyes under his lids gave her a flicker of hope as she traced his face gently with her fingertips. She quickly pulled away beofre her salty tears could plop onto his beautifully peacefuly face.
   The candle on the table next to the bed seemed to be flickering in time with her hope, sporatic yet still sustaining. The dancing shadows along the walls were strangly comforting to her; they were constant companions who waited by his bedside vigilantly, like her, when everyone else abandoned her and him. 'He's a deadman,' they told her, some with pity and others with irriation, impatience.
   No, she thought now as she took his clammy hand between her brisk ones. She would never give up on him, no matter what anyone told her. The candle flickered, seemingly about to snuff out, before blazing anew with a newfound strength.
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