Back then, the most dreadful part of my day was walking home from school. The slippery ice, the occasional bully, and the worst part—Grandma Stink. My brother and I called her that so much that I don’t remember her real name. She lived just a few houses down from our own. Most days, even in the winter, she sat out on that p…
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