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I woke up in the wreckage with your name on my lips and bodies all around me. I remembered the shudder of the plane pitching downward, freefall pulling air from my lungs. I remembered the delirious moment I turned to the seat next to me and saw the smiling man. "Say a name," he said to me. "Give me a name and I'll make sure you live." I woke up in the wreckage with your name on my lips and bodies all around me, and I knew without looking that the one in the seat next to me was yours.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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