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Mr. Ross is skin and bones. I don’t think he’s eaten in days. Last night he moaned as he tried to shift the blanket. Silently, I went over and lovingly tucked the soft, pale yellow cotton flannel under his chin.
Nancy Oglesby
Holly Emery
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This is no way to live. :(
It costs nothing to be kind!
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