If you live to see the day when the painter stops painting...the day when someone has to pry the withered brush from his stiffened fingers, will you be able to make it through the rest of that day as planned? Will you have to leave work? Will you have to be alone, or with those you love? Will you always remember where you were and what you were doing at the moment when you received the news? Move over Elvis.
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