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She thought of the grief that had floored her when she had heard about Joe's death by overdose in São Paulo, and she asked him to hug her, and he obliged, delicately, and she felt the living warmth of him.
'Thanks for trying to jump in the river for me,' she said.
'What?'
'I always thought you didn't. But you tried. They pulled you back. Thank you.'
He suddenly knew what she was talking about. And maybe more than a little confused about how she knew this, when she had been swimming away from him. 'Ah, sis, I love you. We were young fools.
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