The End Is Here
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Roger was eighty-seven years old when he had his first stroke. He woke up at the hospital a few hours later, exhausted and in pain. Knowing he didn’t have much time left, he asked the doctors if he could make one final phone call.
Alexa, who had been working double shifts throughout the week, was worried sick. Today was the fourth day her friend hadn’t walked through the diner’s door. Was something wrong?
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