I've been worrying about Crystal since the Birch Street Cemetery caretaker paid her a visit last Saturday. So this week I used some of the money I've made working at the Birch Street Nursing Home to buy her a thick wool sweater. The cold weather is coming, and I've noticed that most of Crystal's clothes don't really cover her. One of her doctors finished early today, and during the ten-minute break Crystal had before the next doctor arrived, I gave her the sweater. I hope it might keep death away from her for at least another week.
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