April 15, 2017 · 23:19
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As Hartigan Did

When he was dangling from the rope, blacking out, slipping away…

…when he remembered Nancy, how she was counting on him, how he had to keep fighting for her, no matter how easy it would be to just let go. No matter how much he had earned it.

This too shall pass.

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