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My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

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On the hospital bed, Ben watched them go. The pale, trembling look on his face vanished in a single breath. He sat up straight, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress with a quick, athletic motion that did not belong to a dying man.

His hospital gown hung loose, but his shoulders were square and strong. He continue reading …

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