Tomorrow I have to go say goodbye (and I love you) to my grandma one last time. I don’t want to. It’s not a ‘see you soon’ sort of goodbye, it’s a ‘forever’ goodbye, as least as far as the meatsuits down here stuff goes. This sucks.
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