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Mufasa's death...

Running around the floor by yourself is crazy, good thing I have all my regular soldiers with me, and the floor is shiny enough, I can even use my roller blades...

Mid noon, Mr. H passed by my station rolling with his walker and greeted me "Happy Easter", happy Easter too I said. 

I threw him a very straightforward pun known between the two of us-- "will you have a fresh Bunny or the spoiled one?" 

"Nahhh, she will divorce me soon".

Mr. H is pretty new in my Clinic but the big guy has a big laugh and personality that he easily made friends around. 

I often have small conversation with my patients every time I do my assessments.  He told me one day that his spoiled Bunny is leaving him soon.  I listened to him while he was recounting all their good memories, and that she just got tired of him.

I could sense the sadness in his voice... I tapped his foot and declared "we're done here, keep checking your feet at home" when I saw he's almost in tears.
Damn!

That's hard and difficult to ponder. 

I went back to my station feeling Mufasa's death... betrayed by Scar.

G.

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