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Late on a Friday night in May, Hester Juries, 60, and her husband, 59, were huddled in their favorite spot — the couch in front of the television in their house in Delft outside of Cape Town. It had been a horrible week.
On most evenings, Willie would inch close enough to rest his head on Hester's shoulder at which point there'd be no hope of the pair staying awake for much longer. Hester was just starting to doze off when Willie complained that he was struggling to breathe.
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