Awkward.
We didn't really know where to sit.
I felt uncomfortable in my suit.
I looked at Granda.
A small old man in his medals and scuffed shoes.
"Ahhhhh!", he smiled, and sat down.
It was all right.
We met an old friend of his, called Jimmy.
It was all right.
I'm glad I went.
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