I still call for her. I can still smell her. She always smelled like baby powder even though she got maybe 3 baths a year. I miss how her crooked ear would wave to you as she walked her crooked little walk. I miss the language only we shared together. How we could just look at each other & know that the other was thinking. I miss how she'd get so
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