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| 75f14e2 | Holding him like that moved me in a way I cannot describe, except to say I felt the seeds of death inside his shrivelling frame, and as I laid him in his chair, adjusting his head on the pillows, I had the coldest realisation that our time was running out. | run-out ill time death realise hold move dying | Mitch Albom |