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Hailee had thought it out for a long time and she knew this was how she wanted to do it. They didn’t have much, a very modestly furnished little house, literally in the middle of nowhere, with a small piece of land in the back. But it was their own place. And that’s where Jack would rest. She wouldn’t let anyone touch him, let alone take him away to one of those sinister places where they took dead people these days. She would take care of him. One last time…
She’d packed his body into a makeshift shroud of sorts she’d stitched together and hidden in a corner so he wouldn’t see it. Then she’d pulled him out the back door and all the way to the end of their small garden. That part was not nearly as exerting as she’d expected. Jack used to be a muscular man with an athletic frame, but he’d gotten so thin in the last few weeks… And she was so keenly aware that this was the only right thing to do, which gave her unexpected strength.
She laid him tenderly next to her and started digging. She put all her energy and concentration in the task at hand. When you do a job, do it right. Yes, Jack. Her movements were precise and efficient. Find the best position and stick with it. Yes, Jack. Under the leaden morning sky, she dug and shoveled lumps of soggy earth. Find your rhythm, and you won’t have to stop before you’re done. Right, Jack. You know how to work, you’re a big girl now.
No, Jack. I’m not a big girl. I miss you Jack. I miss you so much…

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Hailee had thought it out for a long time and she knew this was how she wanted to do it. They didn’t have much, a very modestly furnished little house, literally in the middle of nowhere, with a small piece of land in the back. But it was their own place. And that’s where Jack would rest. She wouldn’t let anyone touch him, let alone take him away to one of those sinister places where they took dead people these days. She would take care of him. One last time…
She’d packed his body into a makeshift shroud of sorts she’d stitched together and hidden in a corner so he wouldn’t see it. Then she’d pulled him out the back door and all the way to the end of their small garden. That part was not nearly as exerting as she’d expected. Jack used to be a muscular man with an athletic frame, but he’d gotten so thin in the last few weeks… And she was so keenly aware that this was the only right thing to do, which gave her unexpected strength.
She laid him tenderly next to her and started digging. She put all her energy and concentration in the task at hand. When you do a job, do it right. Yes, Jack. Her movements were precise and efficient. Find the best position and stick with it. Yes, Jack. Under the leaden morning sky, she dug and shoveled lumps of soggy earth. Find your rhythm, and you won’t have to stop before you’re done. Right, Jack. You know how to work, you’re a big girl now.
No, Jack. I’m not a big girl. I miss you Jack. I miss you so much…

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