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i sat on my little velvet rug and read little red riding hood tonight. it was my grandmother's and i saved it when she went away. i miss grandmother. she smelled of estée lauder and lipstick. she watched the squirrels all day and she always had twigs in her hair. she saved my milk teeth and my first lock of hair. she had a big china cabinet filled with shiny beetles and bird nests with hatched eggs and leaves and old photos. she woke up every night around 1 am and made herself toast and coffee. she put curlers in her hair every night since she was a girl and in the morning she'd whisper to me to get the paper for her because if she went outside in her curlers she'd frighten all the squirrels away. she only sang one song and she sang it all the time; "it had to be you".