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like there was only one. The cancer to end all cancers. He paused
again, the words sucking his energy. “The human body, how
it fails you in the end.”
That was the thing about being with Elgin. He said every-
thing perfectly—you didn’t have to speak at all.
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That night, trying to sleep on an air mattress with a possible
leak, Greta thought of something. She unplugged her phone
from its charger and stood, wobbling on the flattening
mattress. Ash had propped the photos in a line on the dresser
like before, with Roger covered. Turning on the flashlight
app, Greta shone the light across each photo. Her mom wore
a flowery green blouse on their birthday, a lime-green tank ADVANCE READING COPY
top with Ash and a forest-green T-shirt (maybe Roger’s?) at
Hawrelak Park.
What was Mom’s favorite color? Greta texted. Pressed Send.
Less than thirty seconds later, the message symbol lit up
Greta’s phone. Roger. Green, he answered.
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