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I'm not supposed to be only 45 years old, and taking care of a 35 year old young man who's a hundred years old and dying. Em calls it a seesaw - he's fine, he gets sick, he gets better, he gets sicker. He's afraid I'll leave him. I told him I wouldn't leave him, that I never for one second would think of leaving him, but he doesn't believe me. It's hard to believe in much these days. But we must never stop believing in each other.”

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