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End The coldest place in the hospital is not the patience room. It is not where they perform surgery, although it is very cold there… as well. It is downstairs in the laboratory. That is where brain-y-act (brainiac) people put things in jars. They have no hearts so it makes things very easy. They color outside the lines to help people, In a different way, everyone is a number. you understand… But it does not always work. Sometimes it even turns out wrong, badly! No magic cure. Some times no hope at all. A big white building that hands out death, that we have to pay for… It seems unfair at best, at worst it is a mindful plan to strip us of our weak souls. The old man went home to an empty house. Dorothy had died. Hope had died. There was no place else to go, but home.

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