I'm in Philly. I was supposed to do an interview with a breast cancer survivor who started a business based on her experience. I met her business partner, but couldn't see her. Her cancer has been back. And she is passing. She is 37 years old. Her father said I could see her briefly if I wanted, but I declined. I wasn't sure if she wanted see a woman who was almost the same age and healthy. And I didn't know what I could say.
After I left there, I had a martini. And thought what I should do this weekend.
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