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The pressure in his chest, the pain of heartbreak, rose through his body. Acid boiled at the back of his throat. Gavin choked back the sob that wanted to escape. Then the discomfort was between his eyes, a finger point of pressure such that Gavin was certain a bulge must be forming between his eyebrows. And still the pressure grew until tears leaked out from beneath Gavin's closed eyelids.
Then there was nothing. Gavin dared to open his eyes. The room was alive with color: reds that glowed like a just-polished fire engine, greens as rich as spring grass, and yellows that could have been a saint's halo.
Here now Gavin. Get up off your knees. I'll not have you fussin over that old body of mine.
Turning with a gasp, Gavin beheld his Sarah - as full of life as the day they first met.
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