In a matter of hours I will be at my grandparents' house, where everything is a pastel hue and the toilet paper is always folded into that little arrow. Time does not exist at my Grandparents house. Cottage cheese and cantolope is served any time of day. You simply exist, and you are simply existing on the comfiest couch in the world while Dean Martin's crispy face croons on the TV set. The biggest responsibility I will have is to take off my grandfather's shoes and socks.
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