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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering

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I was taking someone home who had severe cancer, and had seemingly developed an acute lack of fucks. Hypofuckemia, if you will. He shit himself upon arrival to his house, but we needed extra help to carry him up the stairs to his house. It took 20 more minutes for them to arrive. We got him inside and his family had the pizza waiting for him. He was asked if he wanted to change first. He declined, and chose a pizza poop party for one.