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"I know! I'll be back by dinner!"
I quickly pull on my jacket and shrug my backpack up my shoulders. Grandma comes into the front room with an umbrella and hands it to me.
"Thanks," I smile and take it.
"Always forgetting. Been here a month and-how many times has it been-caught in the rain maybe ten? Fifteen times?"
My brows furrow. "No way. No