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Ion answered the phone. When I asked how he was doing he simply replied, "Bad." "Why bad?" I asked. "Nina a morit." He said. Nina died.
I was shook by the unexpected loss. For the next couple of days I was sure that I had misheard Ion. 'My Romanian is bad, I couldn't have understood correctly,' I thought. But unfortunately, when I went to their home, there Nina was. This beautiful light of a woman was gone.
