January 18th 2016, Mental Recovery Bay, The Watchtower, Space, 12:00 PM EST "So,,,that was my grandpa," I said to Aunt Bonnie as she sat curled against the medical bed, looking pale. "Did he always look so...evil? Like he was very obviously a bad dude. Nobody noticed that shit?
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