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Enter girl into teachers lounge, brandishing essay and shouting at thirty year old professor with prematurely grey hair.
"Bobby's essay? You picked Bobby's essay over mine?" She demands an answer.
"His essay was very moving..." The teacher fumbles.
"What the fuck? Because he wrote about his grandmother dying... guess what Bobby, that's what grandparents do! they die!"
-from some movie i watched once thanks to netflix
anyway.. if that's what they do, then how come it's still so hard to watch? My grandpa is going going... not gone yet, but it's like every day..i gu ess it's like a countdown to the end of his life.
but then... oh shit, we lost track and this could be day two or fifty or one.
he won't talk about death... only about how much he hurts rights now.
he's so skinny.
"Bobby's essay? You picked Bobby's essay over mine?" She demands an answer.
"His essay was very moving..." The teacher fumbles.
"What the fuck? Because he wrote about his grandmother dying... guess what Bobby, that's what grandparents do! they die!"
-from some movie i watched once thanks to netflix
anyway.. if that's what they do, then how come it's still so hard to watch? My grandpa is going going... not gone yet, but it's like every day..i gu ess it's like a countdown to the end of his life.
but then... oh shit, we lost track and this could be day two or fifty or one.
he won't talk about death... only about how much he hurts rights now.
he's so skinny.