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Papa
She grabbed the case from Tia’s hand and put it
on the side. The house was dark which was not
like how it usually looked, with only a few of the
shutters opened.
“He’s on his bed resting!” She shouted trying to
stop Tia, but it was too late.
He looked so pale and frail. His grey hair seemed
to swallow his thin face as he lay wrapped in a
white sheet. The room smelt of Vicks and sickness.
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