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(Tyler)
I plop down on the couch next to Josh. He looks at me with anxious chocolate eyes, I let out a shaky breath in return.
"I-it's can-cer" I stumble over my words as I begin to sob again. Josh pulls me onto his lap and rubs soothing circles on my back. I soak his shirt as I try to calm down to finish my sentence.
"Stage 3, left knee. Chemo starts next week, every two weeks." I feel him nod against my head. For a few hours we just sat there rocking back and forth.

Cancer (Joshler) Waar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu