One day you come home from a double shift at the hospital to Robbie passed out on the apartment floor. You run over to him and start checking his vitals. Robbie looks up at you weakly. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you lately. I’ve just been so mad. I have cancer. It’s terminal. You see an empty bottle of meds by Robbie and your eyes widen.
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