Ted, come here. No, son, come here. I'm gonna

Ted, come here. No, son, come here. I'm gonna need you to smell grandma. Hey, come here, she's your grandma. Come on, get in there, whiff it up there, you smell that? Don't it seem
a bit rank?". "Dad," Ted said, "Grandma has been dead for a week now. Perhaps we should do something?". "Nah, son, she's just sleepin'. She'll wake up soon. You'll see."
We sat there by her bedside 5 more days. "Dad," Ted spoke up again. "There are flies crawling on Grandma's face & she's still not waking up. I think she really is dead." "No, son,
she used to do this to me all the time growing up. Grandma is in a state of deep hibernation, it won't last more than another day or two." Ted asked, "Then why the files, Dad?"
"Because is was all an inside job!!!" raved Ted's father "I can prove it!!!". Ted turned towards his dying grandmother and wiped away a tear. "Jet fuel can't melt steel beams!!!"
"It doesn't need to melt!" She cried out, raspy. "What matters is that it worked! It worked! The people died, and I'm immortalized. It wasn't inside. It was me."
This moment was the first item on her bucket list. She rejoiced in her continuing existence, and even twirled before her winged gargoyles. She herself was The Rain! "Not so fast!
The second bucket list item was a rolling grocery cart so she could buy a bushel of apples. Her favourites were granny smith apples. They were just tart enough without being mealy.
Luck was on her side today; an unguarded grocery cart was just up ahead. Gleefully filling it with apples, she wheeled it through the store at full speed, apples flying everywhere
She made it out of the store before anyone could catch her. Then she raced all the way home where she would dine on apple pie for days.

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Finished: 2016-12-07 22:05:59

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