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Being at my grandparents’ house meant a warm place on the couch, it meant the yellow light of a reading lamp, it meant some voices of concern (“you have lost so much weight!”) it meant food and drink, and it meant pie:


Actually, it meant lots of pies. And cakes. And cookies.

This was good because the world outside was still grey…


and bleak.

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