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"She isn't going to make it."

John looked down. He could feel his heart break into two.

"I'm sorry sir."

As he sat in the waiting room, a little boy walked up to him; a smile plastered on his chubby face.

"Aren't you John Lennon?"

John looked up and shot him a glare.

The little boy looked down, then walked away. It wasn't his fault --- he didn't know.

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