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I married a stranger I met in a hospital waiting room so he wouldn’t die alone—after just one week of marriage, his lawyer handed me his backpack.

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ordinary encounter.

There wasn’t even a timeline.

No names.

Just moments.

“A young father outside the delivery room kept pretending to check his watch every thirty seconds. He wasn’t worried about the time. He was trying not to cry in front of his own father.”

At the bottom of the page, Thomas had written: “He finally hugged him.”

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