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I stood in front of the nursing home as snowflakes gently fell around me, almost as if determined to bury me in the cold December night. I needed to go inside. I had a job to do, but right now, it all felt pointless.
Why was I even here? I should be “getting my things in order” or something like that. But what does one do when faced with the knowledge of their imminent death?
Maybe you should treat yourself to something nice.
I knew my own mind was taunting me. There was really nothing I wanted to do, except maybe come here and make other people’s lives a bit better. That was what I should do, so why couldn’t I move? I shook my head, looking down at my frozen feet.
“Move, dammit!”
But they didn’t. I looked at the building again, feeling almost detached from it—as if it were
