[center][h3]Aegroto[/h3]
Latin: to languish, grow more sick, fail.[/center]

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[b]“Oh consarn it, where did I put that damn thing!?”[/b] you hear from upstairs, a steady stream of shuffling and clanging noises sounding from above. It’s nearly one in the morning already and the old man clearly has not given up the fight of finding whatever it is he has lost. Given the nature of his health, it should not come as surprising to you. After some point there’s a louder crash and a curse. That had to have been a pan hitting the floor. 

[b]“For god’s sake Carmen, are you just going to laze around down there and let an old man do everything himself? Get up here!” 
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Outside the comfort of blankets, the floor of your bedroom is cold. In fact, you remember that it has been, much colder than autumn has any right to be. The trees had started to turn almost too quickly and at this rate, there won’t be many leaves left by the beginning of November. Well. Some years are worse than others. Still, you don’t have time to worry about the cold! Your grandpa is up there and boy does he ever sound agitated. The shuffling, stomping and swearing queue you into the fact you might want to head upstairs. 

You find your grandfather sorting through various bins, face scrunched up as he moves about. [b]“Get your coat on boy, we’re going out. I must have dropped my wallet when I went out for a walk today,”[/b] he says, taking his own jacket off one of the coat hooks along the store’s entryway. [b]“Honestly, it’s bad enough I’m losing my marbles. Let alone all of my personal belongings.” [/b]

Do you have a choice? Probably not. 

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