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// 1410 
// Story: A Life Lived in Hundreds 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the trees were a-rustling with apples. Wind whispered sweet nothings through branches above, singing songs to their fellows in breeze. Granny Smith wandered through them with care, talking back to the trees--gently when she found a target, sternly when they gave her lip--telling them all the things she remembered. These days would soon be a thing of the past, she knew, could feel inside her bones--ten years, maybe less, maybe more. Ah, well. For now, life was good. It was a bright and a beautiful day.
Granny Smith burst into tears.