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The Bestest Gift Evera

Sipping coffee, I watch the slow, rhythmic drip of IV fluids flushing toxins from the old boy, as my daughter lovingly strokes his head. Thoughtfully, my wife dropped off my old Stanley thermos, the kind my Pap had.


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