The joke landed like a defibrillator to the soul. One moment, the clinic was all fluorescent lights and quiet dread; the next, it was split open by three old men who refused to surrender their humanity to a clipboard. Their wrong answers sounded like nonsense, like loss, like the slow unraveling of who they used to be—until one of them leaned in and whispered the truth behind the test, turning fear into something shockingly, beautifully diffe… Continues…
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