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“Then what were you?”
He frowned and dropped his gaze. “I had a debilitating disease, one that was gradually crippling me. I was facing a slow, painful and humiliating death. My fiancée broke off our engagement so I chose voluntary euthanasia.” He paused and Marie, her chest tight at the pain in his words, leaned forward to touch her fingers to the back of his hand in silent sympathy.
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