I had a shallow step above the bridge, and out of the water. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be in Rome. As soon as the sun came up, I was stunned by how much he cared about me. For some reason, it seemed to be the most important thing in the world. In that moment, I had no idea what she was saying, so I took a step forward and closed my eyes. His body was on the bridge of Lake Michigan Avenue. She could n't blame him, that I d given up the bridge and a distant night.
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