[—Her gaze shifts down and away, at that. She doesn't seem to want to delve too deeply into any discussion about dying.
She flexes her fingers, swings her legs back and forth at the edge of the bed.] Yeah. It's not so bad. It's on my own terms. [...] That's the best thing you could ask for.
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She flexes her fingers, swings her legs back and forth at the edge of the bed.] Yeah. It's not so bad. It's on my own terms. [...] That's the best thing you could ask for.