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conversations.value:  "How is he doing?" Claire froze at those words.
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conversations.value:  "Louie…has passed away."
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conversations.value:  "No… Please say it’s not true…" Ophelia’s face didn’t change at first, as if she couldn’t comprehend what she’d just heard. But Claire’s somber expression seemed to drive the words home.
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conversations.value:  "Why… How did he die?"
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conversations.value:  "Louie…" Claire started, but seemed to think better of it and stopped. She tilted her head down in thought.
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conversations.value:  "Louie died trying to take down the ghost ship that was threatening the town. He died protecting his friends." That was the official version of events we were going with. I’d been dead set against it, but Claire had stubbornly insisted.
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conversations.value:  "Louie was very brave. If it weren’t for him, this town would have suffered great loss." Claire said, taking Ophelia’s hand.
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conversations.value:  "He’s the hero who saved this town."
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conversations.value:  Ophelia was speechless for some time after hearing Claire’s words. Eventually, she found her voice again and said, "I…see. Every little thing made him cry when he was little. I never thought he would grow up to do such a thing…" A smile crept onto her face. Perhaps it was partly prompted by pride in her son. But the main reason for her smile was—
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conversations.value:  "Still…I wish he had stayed a crying child, if it meant he would have come back home to me…" With nothing left to say, Ophelia wept.
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