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Dirk returned the gas nozzle back to its holder, closed the tank cover on his red, impeccably maintained 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby and walked up to the small, quiet gas station out in the middle of nowhere in the Arizona desert. The sun was high in the sky and there was not a cloud in sight. A string of faded, colorful triangular banners danced in the light breeze that swept through the air and brought much needed relief from the stifling desert heat. He pulled open the glass door and walked inside the small store. A cheerful bell announced ...
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“A week?!” Had I heard correctly? It couldn’t be….could it? I felt the room starting to spin, turning into a giant maelstrom, that relentlessly pulled me down into nothingness. I tried to fight against the current, not wanting to accept what I had just heard but as I looked at the doctor’s sad and apologetic eyes, I knew. I wanted to scream or argue that there had to be more we can do, but I could not speak. I could not breathe. I felt the room and the voices around me fade away as darkness started to envelope me. “Too aggressive….eve...
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