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Dr. Smith witnessed a terrible automobile crash. Grabbing his medical bag, he dashed to the closest victim.
He felt a slight, irregular pulse and brushed her golden brown hair from the bloody face. Doc hoarsely whispered, "I'm here. I'll help you." But it was a lie. He wasn't able to help. The collie died anyway. (55 words)
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