My grandfather broke a bone, what a tragedy.
As the title says. He fell while farming and happened to fracture his spine. Now I'm quite frustrated, having to turn him every hour, feed him every four hours, take care of his bathroom needs, and so on and so forth… It's such a burden. He has lived frugally all his life, he's 95, and still won't rest. Now arranging even a simple funeral for the elderly costs at least hundreds of thousands, but he refuses to spend his son's money and insists on earning money to buy his own coffin. He is old, truly old.
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95, amazing, if it were me, I would have ascended to immortality. I wish your grandfather an early journey on the crane, and for you, a release as well!
Junior high school kids are so cute. A kind reminder: mouths are for talking, not for pooping. It's rude not to reciprocate; since you bless my grandfather so much, I also wish your mother a quick ascension. Huh, wait, how do you even have a mother? Too fake, it's just that my imagination is too wild.
Well, old people, it's better to go for something straightforward; this kind of thing tortures both the elderly and the young.
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