May 14, 2017
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He gurgled as I fed him small spoonfuls of soup. Oodles of spit dribbled down his chin.

"Jack! You're a saliva factory." I laughed before wiping his chin with the bib, knowing he couldn't understand me.

He chortled at the sensation and started babbling away in language that only 80 year olds with dementia could understand.

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