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a car accident.

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when I

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eyes. "Mrs. Miller... uh, Ms. M

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rthur Miller. Died two days ago. Car a

tions. He just sai

father' s study, surrounded by his books, the smell

as grim. "Your father's he

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currently stable. The consent forms..

. My

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ather' s heart. Beating in Chloe' s chest. Ch

om my lungs. My father, dead. His heart, stolen. Give

signed o

was nothing compared to the ice