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My grandmother died yesterday morning. She was 95, allegedly. She could be demanding, sarcastic and mean, but I never heard it or saw it.

She hadn't let water touch her perm in decades, except at the salon. She loved her possibly immortal cat and watching real estate flipping shows. She wore a ton of makeup, only "Merle Norman" brand. I know you're busy, but call your grandma today. (Calling someone else's grandma is ok, too.)

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