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She smiles. One final, beatific smile. Her chest lowers slowly; there is nothing you will ever remember as clearly as that sound of her soul leaving the cares of this world behind.
The funeral was a simple one. The minister said a few words and the family shed its tears. It was the first time that you really encountered death.
Time passed, as it inevitably does. Thoughts of your grandmother faded while novel concerns arose: due to the decisions of a cousin, you learned something of the underground economy at a young age. Unfortunately for him, his adventures did not end well. The stench of his rotting corpse, the consequence of debts left unpaid, floods your senses.
Those days are gone. The world was changing—and you with it.
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