Where the Spanish Moss Hangs Low.

Where the Spanish Moss Hangs Low.

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Dear Diary, I never imagined coming back here. To my home town, to my old friends and family, to Ben. But I'm here, in a gigantic old house where I used to play pretend with my cousins and make oatmeal cookies with my grandma. It was the family home and when Grandma Lottie passed she gave it to me. She had twenty other grandchildren but she gave it to me. When she left me the house she left a manual. It wasn't just making sure the Spanish Moss didn't hang to low or how to open a door with a special method. It said to take care of Teddy. She doesn't have any pets or anything named Teddy. It said to open his window every night (even if its terribly cold), to leave a jar of peanut butter, a knife and bread in front of his door at noon and then leave it until one. The mote also had a map of the house on the back with Teddy's room labeled. Grandma Lottie was always on the weird side, but my mom and dad always told me she had dementia so I never thought anything of it. Night, Katie S
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