My grandma is trying to turn me into the virgin Mary.
From my powder blue, borrowed old lady night gown, to the holy salt scattered across the head board
and now the 11pm no friends curfew. What kind of lesson am I learning living at my grandma's at 27-years-old?
There is nothing to worry about because I definitely won't be getting up to any kind of "trouble" as long as I'm living under her roof.
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