I was talking to Cory this morning over cinnamon toast crunch and bagels about my grandpa.
I mentioned, [because i do], that if it were Saturday last year, I would have been at my grandpa's house, staring in horror and disbelief at his pale, cold, dead body.
We ventured off to the house I am staying at this week, and while walking out of the door to
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