The Last Song
[ ONE-SHOT ] Amanda is dying, and she knows it. Her life now boils down to days locked in a lifeless hospital room, and all she wants is to finally be able to rest in peace. However, one winter afternoon, her youngest daughter makes her an offer that Amanda cannot refuse.
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