Keith W. Cunningham never liked broccoli. Hates the stuff. Now, in his old age, he is starting to feel his mortality. Wanting to be around a while for his grandchildren, he decides he must eat broccoli. This is easier said than done. He just can’t seem to get a bite into his mouth. Every day, he puts his broccoli on a plate, stares at it, stabs it with his fork, holds it up to his mouth, experiences an incredible wave of nausea, puts the broccoli down, and tries again tomorrow.
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