Think of Sad

These days it’s hard to know whether the words coming out of Mom’s mouth are actually the same ones she’s got rumbling around in her head. Her doctor says the cancer cells have zipped around to every part of her body, crushing all the normal cells. Even her brain cells are mostly mush. Most of the...
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