I was 15.
He was 75.
The only piece of cloth that existed, was in the form of a flimsy blanket, and the bed linen.
I could feel the warmth of his breath.
To be continued.....
He was 75.
The only piece of cloth that existed, was in the form of a flimsy blanket, and the bed linen.
I could feel the warmth of his breath.
To be continued.....
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