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through me. Grandma had been gentle, yes. She had smelled like vanilla and lavender. She had cried at old hymns and fed stray cats. But she had also survived breast cancer once before it came back, and once chased a raccoon off the porch with a broom while Grandpa laughed too hard to help. Of course she had built a trap and named it the Judas clause.continue reading …
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