It's hardly coincidence…
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that as my grandfather was dying, I was probably talking about him–my
dad had mentioned that he stopped eating at the beginning of the week,
so it wasn't like I didn't know it would be soon.</p>
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Still, for class yesterday, I had had a notion to talk about something
else, and gotten it all planned out in my head, and when I sat down that
all pretty much went out the window, and I really ended up talking about
my relationship with my grandfather.</p>
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Michael Alan Dorman