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waiting at the desert airport Sooner or later, you will be in a hospital
waiting area thinking about everything that ever happened. And all the bad parts
will be gone. You will be awash in memories of the clear spring day when your first
bike was assembled, and you will see the face of someone who loved you selflessly.
You know it's not the whole story, but as you look around the buzzing hospital atrium and
see groups of people waiting by each phone, you will remember hundreds of moments
when the good and shy person bought you ice cream or brought home a kite for you.
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