Daily writing prompt
What could you do more of?
I bought Christmas stamps for the card I sent so once more she'd feel holiday jollity. I think she's dying, but she won't say. It's hard to say good-bye this way. I know she's tired. I know she's tried every which way she could to stay for him. He's a good man who loves her desperately. It seems so damned unfair to me that those with much to live for find themselves is hospital beds, heart-wrenching tears shed, while I, a despised laughingstock, easily maneuver the catwalk. I know my days are numbered too, but I wish more could be shared with you.
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