margret
wilting i flicked down through the cards at the end of my bed I wasn't sure what to do with them get well soon and best wishes. I'm not sure that these people understand whats wrong or whats happening to me . Not that the doctors do , all they know is that it's not reversible . I am grateful that I've got cards at least I've got people who are bothered to send them and a few that will call in , not that i can see them . I never even contemplated how strange sound alone is.
wilting down through the cards at the end of my bed I wasn't sure what to do with them get well soon and best wishes. I'm not sure that these people understand whats wrong or whats happening to me . Not that the doctors do , all they know is that it's not reversible . I am grateful that I've got cards at least I've got people who are bothered to send them and a few that will call in , not that i can see them . I never even contemplated how strange sound alone is.
Startled the waiter turned to find Mr Dewam having a heartattack. Rushing to his side he called out for an ambulance, the crowd in the resturaunt we’re a ghast, a young semmingly fit man cripled on the floor. Under the table Conor noticed a needle. The paramedics came thundering through the door’s of the resturaunt, carrying Mr Dewan out as Conor looked around in his bewildered state he saw that his date was gone Everything seemed to happen at the speed of light but looked likeit was on a high speed camera. Each frame was crystal clear. None of the frames induvidually or in sequence made any sense. He had turned then heard a gasp, Mr Dewan clasped his hand to his knee then to his chest. She was sitting opposite him as he called out for a ambulance she had vanished.
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