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Hey wolf:
You mentioned drunk was eventually sufficiently sober to speak, but you did not mention if anywhere in this story he managed to say thank you.
So, on behalf of drunk, thank you.
On behalf of all those who can no longer do for themselves, and who depend on others to help them, thank you for your service, thank you for your compassion. It's a fucked up situation all around, and even though you're the one handling the bodily fluids and parts and endless call buttons and bullshit, the one on the receiving end would swap places with you in a heartbeat.
It sucks to not be able to help one's self anymore, and to have to depend on another this way sucks for everyone, in some way.
So, I want to say thank you.
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Be Just and Fear Not.
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