I often find her ghosts. The last thing she gave me was a CD. It was the weekend of Easter, so she'd naturally bought me a basket. I don't know what else was in it, but my grandma gave me the thing a week or two after the funeral. I still have the CD, and I never listen to it.
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Shmogan
Jul 04, 2015 03:59PM
I made book of the week, guys! *cries* http://cbybookclub.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/book-of-week-wattpad_27.htmlView all Conversations
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