I adore my grandmother. I went back to my mum’s place for dinner tonight, something that I do every Wednesday night after rock-climbing. It was a little past 10 and Grandma tottered down the stairs to look for me. She was very funny, peeking down from behind the banister. She exclaimed that she hadn’t seen me in a week and she was laughing at my sunburnt face. Then she pointed to a stack of 8 Days magazines and told me she had saved them for me while I was away. The 8 Days were even arranged in chronological order for my reading pleasure! My grandmother loves me.
I do read other forms of literature besides 8 Days. Honest.
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