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Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the last time they’d been together. Undeterred, she grabbed the nearest trash bag and got to work. “Come on, Larry,” she coaxed, her voice penetrating the fog that had settled in his brain. She turned to Larry, who stood awkwardly in the doorway, his eyes a blend of sorrow and something else—something that made her heart flutter with a strange mix of sympathy and excitement. Latishia follows, her stride purposeful, the sway of her hips commanding attention. Cheyenne paused, her hands on her hips and a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. Larry stirred, turning his face, a low groan escaping his parched lips. With each shuffling step toward the bathroom, she felt the subtle shift of his reliance, a transfer of trust that was fragile but present. He’d taken her right there on the couch, their bodies moving in sync as they sought release from the haunting specter of mortality. The clutter dissipated, revealing the bones of the house that once thrummed with life and laughter. The backyard was no less chaotic, the unchecked growth of weeds entwined with abandoned garden tools. Each movement was an assertion of life, a declaration that decay would not claim this space or the man who dwelled within it. “Look at this one,” Cheyenne murmured,