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My job is to hold hands and say “Don’t be scared,” but it doesn’t matter if they're scared. They all die within the month, within the week, within the hour. The ones who aren’t scared are either already broken or braindead.

Every evening my wife asks “How was work,” and I say “Fine,” then I eat sleep for dinner and stare at the pens on my desk all night.

She keeps putting her therapist’s card on my side of the table and I keep throwing it out.

One time a kid asked me “Are you scared?” I said, “Not anymore.”

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    Frenchie over 4 years ago

    Underlying darkness... well written. I liked it a lot.

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    Mya Bartkowiak over 4 years ago

    When I first read this I was trying to read quickly since we were somewhat on a time limit during class, but now that I read it alone and on my own time I'm catching the small details that would have better helped me interpret the story the way you had intended it to be read. I'd like to know what exactly the speaker's job is though, are they a nurse or a doctor or something else related to the medical field? I myself consider that important information but that's just me!

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