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A Place to Party For years, the bedroom had been her sanctuary: a place in which she could feel warm and safe. Now it held a different vocation, one that she would never have believed could happen so soon: her tomb. Her pine coffin rests carefully on wooden stirrups, mocking the picturesque surroundings of flowery wallpaper and white curtains, taking pride in its position before the window. When his mother called to tell him the situation, he’d been startled by something deep inside he didn’t know existed. His aunt - a woman he’d not seen or spoken to in ten years, not since she’d journeyed from her home town of Glasgow to stand next to his nan’s freshly dug grave - had gone to the Doctors complaining of shooting pains in her back. Expecting nothing more than painkillers and a few sessions with the hospital Physio, she’d been told she’d got cancer and at most, ten days to live... |
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