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Mrs. Hudson nearly tripped over John's abandoned cane. "John, Darling, Someone could break a hip. Be a bit careful."
John picked it up his old walking stick, squeezed the handle, leaned on it. Took a step. "I hated it, you know? Everything it stood for. My brokenness."
"You don't need it now, Love." Mrs. Hudson placed her hand on top of his.
"I'm worried if I give it up that…" He sighed. "I'll forget that place. The place that brought me here, that fixed me."
"Then don't give it up, but do put it away, before I need it myself."