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Submitted to Contest #131
Winter was always the hardest season for Toby. It was a span of four months where his breathing cannula just about never left from under his nostrils and every breath had his lungs crackling just as loud as the flames in the mansion's fireplace. He couldn’t sleep without shooting up in a coughing fit sometime around three and he couldn’t venture from his room without feeling lightheaded and dizzy.His brothers, Ben and Freddy would always come in and lay at Toby's side on the nights when it was so bad he could barely breathe even with his oxy...
Hi. I’m Rory. I’m 18 and I write sad stories.
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