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Wow. Tears and chills.

What a cool, scary, wonderful story. Nice feeling to know your Gram is looking out for you, isn't? But why was she trying to suffocate you to begin with?

Posts like this are why I'm addicted to your blog! :-)

Angelina-- Right? I have no idea. I think she should approach me more gently next time!

Julie & Rebecca-- Thanks, ladies!

Did your grandma happen to check out the donut shops in Pasadena? I know there can't be any good ones in Beverly Hills.

I get so freaked out with those weird dreams, that I never get the message. Lately I've been having a lot of nightmares, but I just don't get them.

Steve-- Tell you what. If I move to Pasadena, I promise to bring you to Ms. Donut at least once every time you visit!

Ana-- Dreams can be frustrating, right? I suppose I should appreciate that this one was so clear!

Hey, at least she didn't say "Eat your lima beans."

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