A Promise Is Not Always Fulfilled
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your whole life your grandma has been taking care of you. You talk to her disrespectfully with so much anger in you. But what happens when its 5 days before your birthday January 10th 2012 and you just finished dinner and you get that call saying she's having a massive heart attack and she said out of her own mouth "she doesnt think she's gone make it." when you get to the hospital you fall into your big cousins arms and you ask her "what if she doesn't make it i didn't even get the chance to say goodbye." She says she's gone make it I PROMISE YOU SHE WILL... 1question: could you believe this PROMISE? (True Story No Lie)
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