Clutching my duffel bag under my rain jacket, I dash from my truck toward a house that was built by Frankie, the man I'm here to give the last massage of his life. I've been massaging people since I was five and have been a professional massage therapist for 40 years. I don't make house calls anymore, but it's an honor to give a man the last massage of his life, ...


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