[ Rung lets the silence fill with crying, grabbing a small tissue box still to big for the child. Pulling out a tissue and sets it next to him, putting his hand behind, gently touching his back. ]
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[ He will not even be a stranger to everyone he loves or helps. Its not even just his profession. Someday, he knows... he will be gone... and his memory with it.
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[ He will not even be a stranger to everyone he loves or helps. Its not even just his profession. Someday, he knows... he will be gone... and his memory with it.
So he has to do what he can while he can. ]