You know, I figured that it would be empty, this house I am in. With my grandmother being gone and all, but I never thought I would feel so lonely here, the place where all my best memories and dreams are hung on the walls. It's been ten years since she's passed, and you know, this house still isn't the same. I miss her, but yet don't. It's the weirdest feeling I've felt in a very long time.
p.s. i still don't want to go to mexico.
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