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The old man kept sitting on the same park bench every afternoon, clutching a blue backpack and staring at the playground gate, until one day a little boy ran up to him and asked, Grandpa, why are you waiting for me?
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The old man kept sitting on the same park bench every afternoon, clutching a blue backpack and staring at the playground gate, until one day a little boy
The nurse whispered Dad, please sign here and pushed the papers toward him, but the old mans hands only trembled over the line where it said HE REFUSES FURTHER TREATMENT
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The nurse whispered “Dad, please sign here” and pushed the papers toward him, but the old man’s hands only trembled over the line where it said HE REFUSES