The door bursts open and the banana son freezes in the doorway, trophy above his head, enormous smile on his face — the image of a champion. Then his eyes register the flat line on the monitor. His smile dies. Time stops. The golden trophy slowly, agonizingly slides from his fingers in slow motion — it falls and hits the hospital floor with a massive resonant metallic THUD that echoes. His knee...
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