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When I was growing up, doctors said I'd be lucky if I made it to thirty-five.
Now I'm...
[ His pencil makes a scratch on the paper. ]
Ninety-five. [ Well, he will be tomorrow. A half-smile turns up the corner of his mouth. ] Guess I showed them, huh?
[ Happy birthday to him. ]
Now I'm...
[ His pencil makes a scratch on the paper. ]
Ninety-five. [ Well, he will be tomorrow. A half-smile turns up the corner of his mouth. ] Guess I showed them, huh?
[ Happy birthday to him. ]
