Narration Demo
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click. Cancer nurses have kind eyes, kindness must be there. Superpower. How else could they continue to smile when most of the time they're treating people who are dying? Because while there's all this talk about survivors, everyone knows cancer is a death sentence. It takes longer to kill some people. And, of course, the good ones, like my mother, Sophie, Corey, Ellie, go down to swiftly click. Today, even the softhearted cancer nurses can only summon up. Pity smiles for mom and me as Dr Chen clears his throat to deliver the dire news. Click Throat cough. I'm sorry, Sophie, he begins. My mom squeezes my hand, the one she's held since we sat down. It's the only thing keeping me from ripping the New York Memorial Hospital pen out of his hands, so I don't have to hear the ******* click again. The nurse wishes by her soft shoes sweep on the marble, adding slightly different vibrato. She pushed open the door of the Delhi and was assaulted by the loud voice of Gunter Erhard, the owner of the Delhi, talking to another customer and German air doctor does flash came supermarket Samuel. He thought the meat at the grocery store was garbage. It was one of his favorite subjects, comparing his supplies to that of his brother store next door or a Tet Malvo de Frau minus Bruder. Zeer flesh coughed me, Ha last hot dogs of old super doit in Guess where my brother's wife buys her meat. What does that tell you? Gunter pounded his chest. It tells me she understands the value of small business owners in our town. I to spoke up. She liked Hilda Randolph's wife. Randolph understands the importance as well. And you know that. Hey there, hon. What can I get you? The knowing Southern drawl was unmistakable. Theresa, her drug voice rasped, Is that you? In that moment, she almost drowned in a flood of hope and confusion until the smooth face came into focus. No, hon on Jen, but you can call me Therese if you want to, the flight attendant winked playfully. I don't want anything to drink, Lillian slurred. Jill apologized and ordered her some apple juice anyway, and Lillian drifted off to sleep. Sure, she just seen Theresa's ghost. Lillian shook the hazy memory out of her mind and put on a brave face, preparing for the impending drop on her own personal roller coaster. Who was coming? She sought a behead that dropped that everyone else seemed toe love. But her Tell Lillian it wasn't invigorating or exciting. It just felt like falling.