Après tout, combien de personnes atteintes d'une maladie mortelle pouvaient-elles dire qu'elles se sentaient fort bien ?
Scott was a big man, six-feet-four in his stocking feet, with a bit of belly growing in front. "I'm not sure. Probably nothing, but...I have a problem. I hope not a big one, but it might be."
" One you don't want to talk to your regular doctor about?" Ellis was seventy-four, with thinning silver hair and a small limp that didn't slow him down much on the tennis court. Which was where he and Scott had met, and become friends. Not close friends, maybe, but friends, sure enough.
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