I met nana on my way to the restaurant and asked her where she was going. “Just around the corner to buy milk” she answered. Five hours later she finally picks up the phone and tells me she’s gone home. I go home and she’s sitting calmly by the fire drinking orange juice, she’d accidentally taken the wrong bus and decided to cruise around town. The best part is that she didn’t even buy milk.


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