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On the very first day, I wore that white coat for its true purpose my father's cheeks were wet with tears. They fell despite his resistance for that year the rain had been too much and the dam had been worn down by dreams and the white coat was a beautiful rainbow.
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Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 2:11 PM UTC
White Coat
On the very first day, I wore that white coat for its true purpose my father's cheeks were wet with tears. They fell despite his resistance for that year the rain had been too much and the dam had been worn down by dreams and the white coat was a beautiful rainbow.
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Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 2:11 PM UTC
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