smells of antisewptic loom heavy in the air as I, breathing deeply, sense my own mortality for the very first time. "Cancer" they said lightly as if it were no big thing, "Is what it looks like to me". I feel as though I've already died and am just waiting for death to come and pick me up, only his SUV is stuck in traffic on the way to me.
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Well, it sounded good, anyway. I'm here for ya, man.
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