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I Married a Stranger From a Hospital Waiting Room So He Wouldn’t Die Alone—After Our One-Week Marriage, His Lawyer Handed Me His Backpack

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something deeper than my face.

“I know enough.”

“Enough for marriage?”

“Enough to know you’re the kind of person who stays.”

Two days later, a chaplain married us right there in Thomas’s hospital room. I wore a yellow sweater because Thomas said it made the room look less tired. He wore the same cardigan he always wore, the one with a missing button he’d continue reading …

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