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A Aussie Love storyAussie Love Story -- A Touching Story
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>An elderly man lay dying in his bed.
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>While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
>aroma of his favourite Anzac bikkies wafting up the stairs.
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>He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
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>Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with
>even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled
>downstairs.
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>With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the
>kitchen.
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>Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in
>heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were
>literally hundreds of his favourite Anzac bickies.
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>Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Aussie wife
>of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
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>Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
>landing on his knees in rumpled posture. His aged and withered hand
>trembled towards a biscuit at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly
>smacked by his wife with a spatula.
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>"F#ck off" she said, "they're for the funeral."
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