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My Grandma Kept a Notebook Nobody Knew About

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course she had.

Victoria grabbed the black notebook. Mr. Patterson didn’t stop her. Maybe Grandma had told him not to. Maybe he just wanted her to read it.

She flipped pages fast at first, then slower.

I could see Grandma’s handwriting from where I sat. Tall loops. Hard slant. The same handwriting that used to label jars in her kitchen.

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