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Most people's grandfathers ramble on about "back in the day."
How they struggled up the hill with 8 jugs of milk and heavy logs on their bags.
How they trekked miles in the waist-deep snow just to get to school.
How they toiled endlessly under the scorching sun, day after day on the farm.
They tell the same stories over and over again.
They relive the past.

My grandfather talks of the future.
He says.

We're all going to die.