at the hospital. she greeted me. hey tom, you work hard dont you. not really. i say. i do my job. and i love it. she murmurs gently as she inhales. through this narrow pipe stuck to her nose. i love her cheeks. bright and rosy. she's almost fifty.
and i love her strength. next week. she gets her third lung transplant. after chronic rejection. and now kidneys. they apparently stopped working. i love her. and i wish i could do something. pam. i found tears on my eyes. after you wheeled into the elevator. with ben by your side.
i want to meet you before you leave. i want you to rub your smile. on me
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