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grandma’s crib

part 7

By Robbie BalePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
grandma’s crib
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7.

When we got back to Granny's house, I was pooped. We did so much today. I was just ready to pass out on the couch. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that.

Granny was making more food. I’m so glad she is because I’m literally starving. There was no food at the family event, but once I get some grub in my stomach, I’ll be straight.

Dad fired up the grill and threw some chicken on there. Once the food was done, I tore that junk up. That sleepy feeling hit immediately. Went to my room and passed out on my bed.

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