He had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she continued faithfully to stay by his bedside every single day. As she sat by him, he blinked and roused a little, his eyes full of tears as he motioned her to come closer. "You have been with me through all the bad times," he whispered weakly.
"When I was fired, you were there to support me.
When my business failed, you were there.
When I got shot, you were by my side.
When we lost the house, you stayed right here.
When my health started failing, you were still by my side. You know what?"
"What, dear?" she asked gently.
"I think you are bad luck."
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