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The visitor’s lounge was silent. She’d sent her mother and Brandi home and Stan had finally given up and gone home to sleep but Mary couldn’t move. She couldn’t take off her jacket; what if she had to run out again? She couldn’t eat – she might miss something. So she stared at the talking head on MSNBC and missed Marshall more than Raphael and cursed herself for ever reading that god dammed letter.