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London – October 9th, 1988
I was so nervous when I went to see Marty in hospital today. Anyone would have thought I was entering a dangerous place to meet up with somebody who was evil. If there’s one thing Marty is not, it’s a witch!
My mouth almost hit the floor when I saw him. He was fast asleep, but he looked to have aged by 20 years. I sat beside him for a while not wanting to wake him up. I couldn’t help but cry at what he had done to himself.
Just as I was about to leave, he woke up and immediately smiled when he saw me. ‘You’ve come,’ were his words, which quickly made me burst out laughing. It was just the way he…
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