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She would go on with her life—she would have a life to go on with. She’d go to college somewhere, get older, start a career, perhaps marry someone. I could picture that—I could see the girl dressed all in white and walking at a measured pace, her arm through her father’s.
It was odd, the pain that image caused me. I couldn’t understand it. Was I jealous, because she had a future that I could never have?