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She was lying on the bed, her face pale and weak. But her blue eyes sparkled. She smiled and said, “Daddy, it’ll be fine. I’ll see you after the operation,”
He smiled back and took her hand. That was one thing he could not promise her. He had already signed to be her heart donor.
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