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She smiled. “Kindness comes back around.”
I believed her.
“Still handing out food to make people feel better?” I teased.
She laughed. “Some things never change.”
On my last day, she helped with discharge papers and handed me a folded note.
“You probably don’t remember,” she said, “but you once made a list of things I was good at. You told me I was more than what people saw.”
Inside was that same list. Faded, but intact.
“You kept this?”
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