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Shelly stares out the only window in the room. The building across the road is all she sees these days being confined to her bed.

She hears a knock but doesn’t acknowledge it. She knows it’s her nurse, Sheila, coming to check on her. “How are you today, Shelly?” Sheila places a blanket over Shelly’s legs and tucks it under.

Shelly sighs, “You know, everything is failing and will continue to fail until I’m dead. It’s what happens when one gets old.”

“Now, Shelly,” Sheila says, “one mustn’t think this way. Life is short enough without adding pessimism to it.”

(100 words)

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