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Autobiography

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Autobiography Don't die granddad, don't die. I kept repeating this in my mind as all the great times flashed before me. Don't die granddad, don't die. All we could do is wait and wait and wait. As people passed up in the corridor whilst they entered different doctors offices, apparently ill. Nothing in comparison to what my granddad was in. I remember this day, I remember every single part of it, without a doubt the worst day I have ever experienced and hopefully the last. Don't die granddad, don't die. Thirteen of us sat down, whilst my father was walking up and down the corridor biting his nails, stuttering as he spoke, shaking when he moved. We all really didn't no what had hit us. My granddad my dear granddad, he can't die, not now. He was so healthy and active the day yesterday. Everybody's face looked pale, my Grandma was...

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