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It was a hot Indian summer morning. I had just arrived in the parking lot of the Home and I was hanging my badge around my neck and shoving my handbag under the car seat. A small crowd was gathered around a man I recognized as a resident. He was in a wheelchair under the green canopy over the front entrance.
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It was a hot Indian summer morning. I had just arrived in the parking lot of the Home and I was hanging my badge around my neck and shoving my handbag under the car seat. A small crowd was gathered around a man I recognized as a resident. He was in a wheelchair under the green canopy over the front entrance.
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