JULIE MORAVCHIK: The Dance
I dropped the phone, ran out the door and fell to my knees, gasping for air. I received the phone call no one ever wants to receive — the call saying that a loved one had been in a bad accident. The man I had dated for three years, my best friend, had been airlifted to the hospital, and he was not expected to live.
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