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She asked him, tearfully, on his dying day, “what is life, Papa?”. “Life is the sweet candy of Time and, though She sucks it lightly, as if it were the darkest of chocolates, she wears it down nonetheless,” he managed, with his passing breath. She held him to her lips to share its last sweetness.
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