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Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen Peyton“All right, Gram, I think that’s about the last of it.” This has to be the fourth or fifth basket of Gram’s makeup and hair products that I’ve lugged downstairs from her bathroom. I always knew my grandmother was much hipper than me, but who knew she’d have multiple contouring kits? After setting the basket down next to the others, I scan the living room, now full of all of Gram’s belongings, searching for anything we might have missed. One end table was easily converted into a bedside table, and the linen closet in the hall is now filled with all her clothes. Josh, being the angel he is, has been here helping out since first thing this morning. And thank the Lord for him, because it would have been a complete disaster if I tried to get Gram’s bed down the stairs b
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