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Like a ton of bricks
More than this? Mark thought. His head was spinning, and he had trouble keeping himself upright. He wasn’t ready for more, and certainly not for what she was about to tell him. “I’m not alone,” she said with a sniff. “Mark… Your father is not dead. He is alive and well, and he’s here with me.” This was all too much for Mark, and he sat on the ground. “Not dead?” he whispered.
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