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They cremated you with a novel of mine in your hands. That is why I write this book. Until that moment I never thought he would tell our story. I had managed to assume the long road to your end, which at times, I don't know if I dare to say it, I wanted so badly for it to come, and describing that ordeal that above all was yours would have seemed a heresy to me. But then I knew that you were cremated with the novel in your hands and there, without return or mercy, this book was born. Me remembering and you dead. We could never have imagined the day of the first hug that we would end up so much later in this dialogue.