If there is a cure to this disease, I need it. Bad.
Today, while walking down the hall at work, I saw a very vague aquantance. I don't know her that well and had met her family a long time ago. Since I'm horrible at small talk, the only thing I think to ask is "So, how's your dad doing?"
She looks at me with a half smile and says "He's still dead."
Right. Forgot about that.
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