He won't even be alive and if he is he'll be in hospice. He'll be 84. His favorite year. He still thinks it is 1984 apparently and giggles about how he is George Orwell until aides correct him, tuck him in to his blanket, give him his smelling salts and meds and bring him back to a brief reality for 15 minutes.
He won't even be alive and if he is he'll be in hospice. He'll be 84. His favorite year. He still thinks it is 1984 apparently and giggles about how he is George Orwell until aides correct him, tuck him in to his blanket, give him his smelling salts and meds and bring him back to a brief reality for 15 minutes.
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