I slept on the coach, and because my parents are gonna be gone for a few hours they made me move to my bed. I dragged myself upstairs in the dark and I think I heard my mom crying. I only looked at her for a second and I saw her with a tissue sniffling, and it looked like she was dabbing her eyes with it. I'm starting to worry if any of my grandparents died.
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If Bats Didn't Use Waves
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