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The boy was actors sleeping. Now he is crying. "Oh shoosh, you little brat," he says silently, and makes his way past them. "Pardon me," he says, this time aloud as he passes. Off the bus he goes, looks around and, getting his bearings makes his way along the thoroughfare. Turning left down a side street, he sees where he wants to go, the red sign distinguishing actors itself just as a lone skyscraper would do. actors Coming closer, he makes out the words : "Hope Hospice Center," he reads. His pulse quickens. His mouth goes dry with the realization that the time is nigh. Walking up to the entrance, he takes one last look at the sky and enters through the double doors. === "Yes, but what-- what is it father?"
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