I said if I reached 1,000 reads, 20 comments, and 25 votes on Wattpad for my short story “Mommy’s Favorite” that I’d post another one. I met and surpassed those goals, so here you go!
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At 77, Jack no longer walked as well as he used to walk, peed as well as he used to pee, or thought as clearly as he used to think. It’d been a good life, though, all things considered, so he wasn’t complaining. He just wished people had a little more patience these days.
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