He sat on the boulder, grateful that he could breathe and was alive, not for himself but for her, his little angel, whom life had dealt a heavy hand, and whose life was worth saving. This pretty, young girl, with the big innocent eyes, who had seen too much pain and too much violence, deserved a chance—a chance at a good education, a chance at a happy home, and a chance at love, the kind of love he and Stefania had had. 

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