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colleague has died. A big man bounding from his big car, on his way to
somewhere from somewhere, full of plans and papers. Expenses, fine wines, good
hotels, tall tales. Now, no more of meetings, emails, arrivals, departures, promises.
Only the quiet clean corridor, nurses sweeping under the empty bed.
So sorry! Well-written memory...
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