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Little bones, covered by the tissue paper white skin, is going to hospice, is going home. He is thirteen, with the body of an old man and a frail voice that is beginning to float away, and no one can stop it from happening.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
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Little bones, covered by the tissue paper white skin, is going to hospice, is going home. He is thirteen, with the body of an old man and a frail voice that is beginning to float away, and no one can stop it from happening.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
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