When I was in the third grade, I had a dream that I still remember. Well, I remember the main, awful part...I woke up and walked into my kitchen. I remember seeing the pantry door partially opened because it doesn't always close all the way. My grandma (who was alive at the time) was sitting at the kitchen table. My mom's body was there,
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That is all. It is just simply not allowed.
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