When I was a kid, I thought my grandma was a superhero. She came over once a week, Burger King breakfast in tow, and take my mom, my brother, and me to run errands. We'd rip open a box of Twinkies to eat while we shopped, which I thought was stealing, but she always said it was fine as long as we were gonna buy the box. She'd ask "Do you know why cemete…
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