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Chapter 129: A Busy Thirty Minutes
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My hand on the doorknob, I rally my nerves. Chances are my grandma has already heard all about it from her assistant, Martin. There are no secrets in my family. I shouldn't have called Martin but I don't know anyone else who would resolve everything as quickly as he will, and expedience trumps privacy.I can already imagine what my grandma will have to say. She's a meddlesome one, my grandma. Not that I'd have her any other way. She'll have about a million meaningless platitudes, meant to ease my heartbreak on the tip of her tongue. I've heard them all before though and I'm not sure I want to hear them again. It's embarrassing. Only a few days ago I was telling her how great he was and now I've got to tell her that I was wrong. Again."He's not even a person," she barks out as soon as I enter the house.She's clearly been waiting for me, pacing angrily. She's so tiny, no more than five foot and yet you shouldn't let her size fool you. My granny is terrifying."Then what is he? A dog?"
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