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Vulnerability Comes In The Form Of A Hospital Gown

The security guard at the hospital admired my taste in clothing. I'm certain I reminded him of himself when he was younger. Now, he was an old man with a wife and children. I never got around to telling him, but I wished we could've switched lives. He could keep my clothes, and I could experience what it felt like to be part of a family - warmth, love, connection - all of the things I've never experienced or belonged to.

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