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SIXTY THREE
His coming today was greeted by the autumn wind that blew so hard and the cold was able to seep into the thick coat he was wearing now and the yellow leaves that were scattered along the hospital grounds. This is a regular visit every week. He never missed a visit and would still visit even though his schedule was very busy. Even his wife nagged every time he got home because he never spent more time with her if she wasn't sulking or even grumpy.
He didn't understand why Calvin was his favorite so far. He had only liked him since the first time he met him at the military camp in search of a potential agent candidate. At that time Calvin looked different from the other soldiers. Despite all his glorious achievements, Calvin has something in him that manages to captivate him.
"Good evening, sir. Regular visits?”
A man in uniform greeted him warmly. The man was one of his men whom he had specially assigned to this hospital to look
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