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  • My grandfather had been dead for six months. My grandmother seemed to be taking it quite well, though no one ever sat in Grandpa's chair. Then one day, she was looking for a set of cards, and she opened up the little drawer beside his chair and began to cry.

    She said it was nothing, she'd just seen his glasses.

    I wonder what ever happened to those glasses.
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