After 20 odd years I have turned up at Gran's house. She looks just as I remember her. Dressed in her white bowling uniform she stands in the doorway at the end of a long pale pink corridor. She seems worried. "I've been waiting for you for ages. I might need you to help with some shopping but we can get that tomorrow." I don't like to say that I have only come round for a few hours.
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