Make good life
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“Thank you,” Paul whispered, his voice breaking. Evelyn’s eyes shone with happiness, her frail body trembling slightly with the effort of sitting upright.
“Make a good life, dear,” Evelyn murmured. “That’s all I ever wanted for you.” Paul nodded fiercely, his heart aching with gratitude, regret, and fierce determination. He wouldn’t let Evelyn’s kindness be wasted.
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