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I can't believe how much I have been changing lately. Its like every month I am a different person, yet still stubborn about not regretting. My grandmother died. She was 90. Growing up I saw her at least once a week and I would stay with my grandparents for a few nights every once and a while. I can't figure out why I feel nothing about her death.
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