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Chapter 26 - THE LAST PURPLE POUCH

When Lucy moved into her first apartment after residency, we found the old purple inhaler pouch in a box.

Empty.

Faded.

She held it.

I expected emotion.

She said:

“Why did we keep this?”

“No idea.”

She tossed it into a donation-recycling pile, then pulled it back.

“Medical fabric probably isn’t recyclable.”

Practical.

Eventually she threw it away.

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