On “Jim” (or a well-deserved death)

I remember how he looked: thin-skinned and pale like parchment. By this point, “Jim” hadn’t any oral liquids for about 12hr and his mouth had a thick and viscous film behind cracked lips. His eyes remained sharp. He spoke with the compensated effort of chronic bronchitis. Each breath a few gasped syllables.

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