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Jan 2012
Paul lifted his head up from the pillow.

He suddenly remembered leaving it there last night.

The head felt heavy, just quit not right.

The mouth all dry, the eye’s all red.

He quickly placed it back down on the bed.

And curled his body back under it.

And then played dead.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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