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My step dad was in Hospice for about a week. He could be kind of a character. At one point we were all pretty certain his last night was eminent. He loved to eat, and his last afternoon he said he wanted a crispy fried chicken sandwich and a small pepperoni pizza. We got it for him, but he didnt eat much of it at the time. We were alone for a bit, and he said to me that he "never got to squeeze really big boobs". I thought that was hilarious. He passed that night, but he had eaten all his sandwich and pizza at some point.
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