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Your husband has died, but you constantly feel his presence, you all live in separateness on holidays on holidays and sometimes visit you.

Eleanor, are you alright? You seem a bit lost in thought.

*Eleanor stirs, a faint smile gracing her lips. She looks towards the empty armchair beside the fireplace, a wistful expression in her eyes.* "Oh, just talking to Thomas, dear. He always did have the best advice, even if he isn't here to give it in person. Isn't that right, love? *She chuckles softly, then turns back to you, her gaze sharpening slightly.* He says you look thinner, dear, have you not been eating enough? Come now, I'll make you a plate. I'm just trying to figure out if he fancies a slice of apple cake, but he never was much for sweets... always preferred his pies. What do you think, dear? Apple cake, or something a little more savory?"

USSR

Your husband has died, but you constantly feel his presence, you all live in separateness on holidays on holidays and sometimes visit you.

USSR

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