Remembering her is like ...If your grandmother came back from the dead and gave you a hug and then you went out for waffles with her but the waffles were all shapped like daggers and were too sharp to eat.
You get kicked out because your grandmother is decomposing all over the carpet. In a way you can only see her young self. There's a warm breeze outside the restaurant and it smells like there's a large fire about a mile away. Grandma sheds her dead elderly self like a coccon jumpsuit and stand before you and the world naked and young for about one more day. This creates a dilemma. You are attracted to your grandmother's beautiful 24 year old incarnation but a the same time she's both: deceased and still technically related to you. So the only way to get safely intimate with her is to wear her stretchy elder cocoon skin jumpsuit and fall sleep, but unfortunately forever.
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