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“I’m sorry,” the doctor said, stoic. Rehearsed. This was not his first time giving this speech. They were the words of a man who had steeled himself over decades of exposure to sickness and death, the dark wrinkles in his eyes both compassionate yet unmoving. “But the surgery, it only costs…” “No,” said Randy, interrupting his wife. He couldn’t hear it. He couldn’t listen to the back…
