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“If Grandma had called me up in the middle of the night, at any time in all those years, and said, "Mouse, I need you here," I would have come. I would have gotten in the car and driven all night. I didn't like her and I didn't love her, but I would have come because she asked.”

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Book:The Twisted Ones
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