When I was younger my grandfather would tell me stories, about him and my grandmother. How they met, how things were for them. It wasn't more than just a few stories on occasional visits, but it was still something. I got to learn more about them, and even about my great-grandparents
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You okay?
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Ask me later?
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Do you want me to fly out sooner?
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