{"id":5328,"date":"2026-01-15T21:54:03","date_gmt":"2026-01-15T21:54:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oldagedhumor.com\/?p=5328"},"modified":"2026-01-15T21:54:03","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T21:54:03","slug":"i-never-told-my-parents-that-my-grandmother-left-me-ten-million-dollars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oldagedhumor.com\/?p=5328","title":{"rendered":"I never told my parents that my grandmother left me ten million dollars."},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter 1: The Grandmother\u2019s Will<\/span><\/h3>\n

My name is Eleven.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It\u2019s not a nickname. It\u2019s on my birth certificate. When I was born, my parents, Richard and Sarah Davis, didn\u2019t have a name picked out. They were expecting a boy. When I arrived, a girl, just thirteen months after my \u201cperfect\u201d sister Raven, they looked at the date\u2014November 11th\u2014and scribbled \u201cEleven\u201d on the form. It was a placeholder that became permanent. A reminder that I was just a number to them. An extra.<\/span><\/p>\n

For the first ten years of my life, I didn\u2019t live with them. I lived with my grandmother, Martha, in a small, sun-drenched cottage on the edge of town. My parents claimed it was \u201cbetter for everyone\u201d since they were busy building Richard\u2019s architectural firm and managing Raven\u2019s budding dance career.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Grandma Martha was my world. She taught me to read, to bake, and to see the world not as it was, but as it could be.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do they hate me, Grandma?\u201d I asked one rainy afternoon when I was eight. My parents had visited for an hour, spent fifty-nine minutes fawning over Raven\u2019s pirouettes, and one minute patting me on the head like a stray dog.<\/span><\/p>\n

Grandma pulled me onto her lap, smelling of lavender and old paper. \u201cThey don\u2019t hate you, Eleven. They fear you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cFear me? Why?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you shine too bright for their small, dim world,\u201d she whispered. \u201cRaven\u2026 Raven needs their light to shine. You? You create your own. But don\u2019t worry, my love. I\u2019m building you a shield.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know what she meant then.<\/span><\/p>\n

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When I turned sixteen, Grandma Martha died of a sudden stroke. On her deathbed, she pulled me close, her grip surprisingly strong.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cListen to me,\u201d she rasped. \u201cUnder the floorboard beneath my bed. There is a small metal box. The key is in my locket. Take it. Hide it. Tell no one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGrandma, please don\u2019t go,\u201d I sobbed.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cInside is an account number,\u201d she continued, ignoring death to save me one last time. \u201cTen million dollars, Eleven. I sold the family land years ago. Your father thinks it was worthless swamp. It was sitting on a lithium deposit. I put it all in a trust. It activates when you turn eighteen. Until then\u2026 survive. They will try to break you. Don\u2019t let them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Grandma died an hour later.\"Generated<\/span><\/p>\n

The transition back to my parents\u2019 house was brutal. It was like stepping from a warm bath into a meat locker.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll sleep in the attic,\u201d my mother said on day one, not even looking up from her phone. \u201cRaven needs the extra bedroom for her costumes and trophies. And don\u2019t expect an allowance. We spent enough just feeding you all these years.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

So, I became the ghost in the attic. I scrubbed the floors. I cooked the meals. I watched Raven get new cars, private lessons, and designer clothes while I wore thrift store jeans. I touched the locket around my neck every night, the cold metal warming against my skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two more years,<\/span>\u00a0I told myself.\u00a0<\/span>Just two more years. Then I\u2019m gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

But fate didn\u2019t want to wait two years. And the fire didn\u2019t care about my countdown.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 2: The Cruel Choice<\/span><\/h3>\n

It happened on a Tuesday in November, three weeks before my eighteenth birthday.<\/span><\/p>\n

An electrical short in the old wiring of the attic. I woke up to the smell of burning insulation and the roar of flames. The attic door was jammed\u2014the heat had warped the frame.<\/span><\/p>\n

I screamed. I pounded on the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard my father\u2019s voice downstairs. \u201cGet Raven! Get her out!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard the front door slam. They were out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHelp! Dad! Mom!\u201d I shrieked, the smoke filling my lungs, turning the air into poison.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nobody came back.<\/span><\/p>\n

I crawled to the small attic window. It was three stories down to the concrete driveway. The heat was blistering my skin. I had no choice. I smashed the glass with my elbow and jumped.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t remember hitting the ground. I remember the sensation of falling, then darkness.<\/span><\/p>\n

I woke up\u2014or thought I did\u2014in a world of beeping machines and hushed voices. I couldn\u2019t move. I couldn\u2019t open my eyes. I was trapped in my own body, floating in a medicated haze. But my hearing was terrifyingly sharp.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMr. and Mrs. Davis,\u201d a deep voice said. \u201cThe situation is critical. Both girls have suffered massive smoke inhalation and trauma. Raven has third-degree burns on her legs. Eleven has multiple fractures and severe lung damage.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWill they live?\u201d my father asked. His voice sounded shaky.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey both need ECMO therapy immediately to oxygenate their blood,\u201d the doctor explained. \u201cHowever\u2026 there is a complication. Your insurance policy has a catastrophic cap. It will only cover this level of intensive care for one patient. The out-of-pocket cost for the second patient would be\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He named a number that sounded like a phone number.<\/span><\/p>\n

Silence stretched in the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t have that kind of cash liquid,\u201d my father muttered. \u201cThe business has been slow. We\u2019re leveraged on the house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe have to choose?\u201d my mother\u2019s voice was small, trembling.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have to decide where to allocate the resources,\u201d the doctor said gently. \u201cWithout the treatment, the chances of survival drop to less than 5%.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I tried to scream. I tried to wiggle a finger.\u00a0<\/span>I\u2019m here! I\u2019m alive! Don\u2019t let me die!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRaven is a dancer,\u201d my mother whispered. It wasn\u2019t a question. It was a statement of value. \u201cHer legs\u2026 we can fix her legs. But she has a future. She\u2019s special.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Eleven?\u201d the doctor asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

My mother sighed. A long, exhaling sound of resignation. \u201cEleven has\u2026 always been the extra one. She\u2019s tough, but\u2026 we can\u2019t lose Raven. Raven is our star.\u201d\"Generated<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe can\u2019t afford two kids in long-term care, Sarah,\u201d my father said, his voice hardening with financial logic. \u201cIf we split the money, they both might die. We have to save the one with the best odds.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSave Raven,\u201d my mother said. \u201cLet Eleven go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d the doctor asked. \u201cWe can try to stabilize Eleven with standard care, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d my father interrupted. \u201cStop the heroic measures on Eleven. Focus everything on Raven. Sign the papers, Sarah.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt a cold tear leak from my closed eye. They weren\u2019t just bad parents. They were businessmen, and I was a bad investment.<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard the scratch of a pen on paper.<\/span><\/p>\n

The rhythmic\u00a0<\/span>whoosh-hiss<\/span>\u00a0of my ventilator began to slow down. The doctor was dialing back the oxygen.<\/span><\/p>\n

The darkness began to creep in at the edges of my mind. I was dying. My own parents had signed the warrant to save a few dollars.<\/span><\/p>\n

And then, the double doors of the ICU crashed open.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 3: The Grandmother\u2019s Lawyer<\/span><\/h3>\n

\u201cSTOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The voice boomed like thunder, shaking the sterile air of the room. It wasn\u2019t a doctor. It was a command.<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt a rush of movement around my bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you? You can\u2019t be in here!\u201d the doctor shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am Arthur Sterling,\u201d the voice announced, crisp and jagged as broken glass. \u201cI represent the estate of the late Martha Vance. And I hold a notarized medical power of attorney for Eleven Davis, effective until her twenty-first birthday.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Arthur Sterling.<\/span>\u00a0Grandma\u2019s old friend. The man she played chess with on Sundays.<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard the sound of paper being ripped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d my father yelled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am tearing up your murder weapon, Richard,\u201d Sterling spat. \u201cYou do not have the authority to terminate my client\u2019s life. Martha suspected you might try something like this. She prepared for it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cClient?\u201d my mother screeched. \u201cShe\u2019s our daughter! We\u2019re making a heartbreaking medical decision!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are making a financial decision,\u201d Sterling corrected coldly. \u201cAnd it\u2019s the wrong one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He turned his attention to the medical staff.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDoctor, I am authorizing a transfer of care immediately. Move Eleven to the Platinum Suite on the top floor. I want the Chief of Pulmonology here in ten minutes. I am authorizing a blank check for her treatment. If you need a machine that doesn\u2019t exist, build it. If you need a specialist from Switzerland, fly him in. Do I make myself clear?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The room went silent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA\u2026 blank check?\u201d the doctor stammered. \u201cMr. Sterling, the cost\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs irrelevant,\u201d Sterling snapped. \u201cThe funds are secured.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s gasp sucked the air out of the room. \u201cFunds? What funds? Did Martha leave money?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I could practically hear the gears turning in her head. Grief was replaced instantly by greed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs this for Raven too?\u201d my father asked, his voice suddenly hopeful. \u201cIf Martha left money, we can save both! We can upgrade Raven!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis creates a conflict of interest,\u201d Sterling said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. \u201cSecurity!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Two heavy sets of footsteps entered the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRemove Mr. and Mrs. Davis from my client\u2019s room. They are not to come within fifty feet of her. If they resist, call the police and charge them with attempted manslaughter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t do this!\u201d my mother shrieked as she was dragged away. \u201cWe\u2019re her parents! If she has money, that\u2019s our money! We raised her!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou raised a victim,\u201d Sterling called after them. \u201cI\u2019m here to raise a survivor.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A warm hand touched my forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRest now, Eleven,\u201d Sterling whispered near my ear. \u201cThe war begins when you wake up. And you are going to win.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The ventilator hissed again, stronger this time. Pure, expensive oxygen flooded my lungs. I drifted back into the dark, but this time, I wasn\u2019t falling. I was floating.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 4: The Ten Million Dollar Truth<\/span><\/h3>\n

I woke up one week later.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t in a cramped ICU bay separated by curtains. I was in a room that looked more like a hotel suite than a hospital. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline. The bed linens were high-thread-count cotton. A mahogany desk sat in the corner, where Arthur Sterling was quietly reviewing documents.<\/span><\/p>\n

My chest hurt. My leg was in a cast. But I was alive.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Sterling?\u201d I croaked. My throat felt like sandpaper.<\/span><\/p>\n

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He looked up, a genuine smile breaking his stony face. \u201cWelcome back to the land of the living, Eleven.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He poured me a glass of water with a straw. \u201cDon\u2019t try to talk too much. Your lungs are healing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRaven?\u201d I whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s alive,\u201d Sterling said, his face hardening. \u201cShe\u2019s in the general ward downstairs. Her recovery is\u2026 slower. The insurance cap is a real problem for them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Just then, there was a commotion outside the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet out of my way! I\u2019m her mother!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The door burst open. My parents shoved past a nurse. They looked disheveled. My father hadn\u2019t shaved in days. My mother\u2019s eyes were frantic.<\/span><\/p>\n

They rushed toward my bed, putting on masks of concern so quickly it was terrifying.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEleven! Oh, thank God!\u201d My mother reached for my hand. \u201cWe\u2019ve been so worried! That horrible lawyer wouldn\u2019t let us see you! He told lies about us!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I pulled my hand away. It was weak, but the rejection was clear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLies?\u201d I rasped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe said we wanted to\u2026 to let you go,\u201d my father said, laughing nervously. \u201cIt was a misunderstanding! The doctor confused us. We were just asking about options! We would never hurt you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked around the room, eyeing the flat-screen TV and the private bathroom.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is quite the setup,\u201d he muttered. \u201cYou know, Raven isn\u2019t doing well. The care downstairs is\u2026 substandard. She\u2019s in pain, Eleven. We need to access your grandmother\u2019s account to help your sister. We\u2019re a family. We share.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d my mother nodded eagerly. \u201cArthur mentioned a trust? We need to transfer some funds to cover Raven\u2019s surgeries. And the house\u2026 the fire insurance is fighting us. We need a bridge loan.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I sat up, wincing as my ribs protested. I looked at Arthur Sterling. He nodded once.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no \u2018we\u2019, Mother,\u201d I said. My voice was stronger now.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d she asked, her smile faltering.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe trust fund,\u201d Sterling interjected, stepping between them and my bed, \u201cis valued at approximately ten million dollars.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My father grabbed the bed rail for support. \u201cTen\u2026 ten million?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHowever,\u201d Sterling continued, pulling a document from his jacket. \u201cMartha included a specific \u2018Bad Seed\u2019 clause. Not a single cent can be used for the benefit of Richard or Sarah Davis. If Eleven dies, the money transfers immediately to a charity for stray cats. You get zero.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s face twisted. The mask fell off completely, revealing the ugly, greedy creature underneath.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTen million dollars?\u201d she screamed. \u201cAnd you\u2019re letting your sister rot downstairs? You selfish little brat! Raven is a star! You are nothing! You owe us! We fed you! We clothed you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou housed me in an attic!\u201d I shouted back, my voice cracking. \u201cAnd when the fire started, you saved her and left me to burn! And then, when I survived, you tried to unplug me because I cost too much!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe had to make a choice!\u201d my father yelled. \u201cRaven had a future!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd now I have the future,\u201d I said coldly. \u201cAnd you have the bill.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you don\u2019t pay for her surgery, you are killing her!\u201d my mother sobbed, trying a new tactic. \u201cCan you live with that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked her dead in the eye.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou could,\u201d I said. \u201cYou signed the paper to kill me without blinking. I\u2019m just respecting your philosophy. Money over life, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet out,\u201d Sterling commanded. \u201cSecurity is on the way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My parents were dragged out of the room, screaming curses at me. They didn\u2019t look back with love. They looked back at the ATM they had just lost access to.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 5: The Consequences of Greed<\/span><\/h3>\n

The next month was a lesson in karma.<\/span><\/p>\n

I remained in the Platinum Suite, receiving the best physical therapy money could buy. I learned to walk again. I learned to breathe without pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

My parents learned what it meant to be broke.<\/span><\/p>\n

Without the \u201cinheritance\u201d they had banked on, their house of cards collapsed. The fire insurance investigation revealed that the attic wiring hadn\u2019t been up to code\u2014something my father, an architect, should have known. The claim was denied.<\/span><\/p>\n

They had to pay for the fire damage out of pocket. Then came Raven\u2019s medical bills. The \u201ccatastrophic cap\u201d on their insurance was real. They were hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt.<\/span><\/p>\n

From my window, I watched the repo man take my father\u2019s BMW. I heard from Sterling that they had put the house on the market as a \u201cdistressed sale.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But then, there was Raven.<\/span><\/p>\n

Raven, who had mocked my clothes. Raven, who had never defended me. But also Raven, who was just a child molded by two narcissists.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happens to her?\u201d I asked Sterling one afternoon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf the bills aren\u2019t paid, she gets transferred to a state facility,\u201d Sterling said. \u201cMinimum care. Her dancing career will be over. She might never walk properly again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at my bank account balance on the iPad. $10,000,000.<\/span><\/p>\n

I hated my parents. I hated them with a fire hotter than the one that burned the attic. But I wasn\u2019t them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPay it,\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sterling raised an eyebrow. \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPay Raven\u2019s medical bills,\u201d I said. \u201cAll of them. Get her the surgeries she needs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEleven, that is incredibly generous, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut,\u201d I interrupted, \u201cdo it anonymously. Set up a shell company. \u2018The Phoenix Foundation\u2019 or something. Don\u2019t let my parents know it came from me. If they know, they\u2019ll think they can manipulate me again. They need to think they\u2019ve lost everything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Raven?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTell Raven,\u201d I said. \u201cWhen she\u2019s 18. Tell her who saved her. But not a day before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Sterling smiled. \u201cYou really are Martha\u2019s granddaughter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The day I was discharged, I didn\u2019t call my parents. I hired a private limousine.<\/span><\/p>\n

As the car pulled out of the hospital driveway, I saw them. My father and mother were standing on the curb, arguing with a taxi driver. They looked old, tired, and defeated. They were holding plastic bags of their belongings\u2014probably kicked out of their house.<\/span><\/p>\n

They looked up and saw me in the back of the limo. My mother\u2019s eyes widened. She took a step forward, reaching out a hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEleven! Please!\u201d she mouthed.<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at her. I felt nothing. No anger. No sadness. Just the indifference of a stranger passing a beggar.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pressed the button on the door. The tinted window rolled up, erasing them from my view.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 6: The Heir<\/span><\/h3>\n

One Year Later<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The air in the Swiss Alps is different. It\u2019s cleaner. Sharper.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood on the balcony of the chalet I had rented for the winter, holding a steaming cup of tea\u2014Earl Grey, Grandma\u2019s favorite. My legs were strong again. The scars on my arms had faded to silvery lines, a map of where I had been.<\/span><\/p>\n

My phone buzzed on the table. It was an email from Sterling.<\/span><\/p>\n

Subject: Update on the Davis File.<\/span><\/p>\n

I opened it.<\/span><\/p>\n

My parents had divorced six months ago. The stress of bankruptcy destroyed whatever transaction they called a marriage. My father was living in a studio apartment, working as a junior draftsman for a rival firm. My mother was working retail, trying to sell her story to tabloids. \u201cThe Secret Millionaire Daughter Who Abandoned Us.\u201d Nobody bought it. Without proof, she just sounded crazy.<\/span><\/p>\n

And Raven?<\/span><\/p>\n

Raven was walking. She had sent a letter to the \u201cPhoenix Foundation.\u201d Sterling attached a scan.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dear Benefactor,<\/span>
I don\u2019t know who you are. My parents say you don\u2019t exist, that it was a clerical error. But the doctors told me someone paid. I\u2019m dancing again. Not like before, but I\u2019m moving. I\u2019m moving out as soon as I turn 18. I don\u2019t want to be like them. Thank you.<\/span><\/p>\n

I smiled and closed the laptop.<\/span><\/p>\n

I walked down to the small garden behind the chalet. I had planted a single rose bush there, in memory of Martha.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou were right, Grandma,\u201d I whispered to the wind. \u201cI was the extra child. I was the one extra person you loved enough to save.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Being the \u201cscapegoat\u201d had been a curse, but it was also my freedom. Because they ignored me, they never saw my strength growing. Because they threw me away, I didn\u2019t have to drag them with me when I climbed.<\/span><\/p>\n

I took a sip of tea. It tasted like victory.<\/span><\/p>\n

They tried to unplug my life to save a few dollars. Now, I owned the power company. And I was the one who decided who got to keep the lights on.<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked up at the sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

I decided to leave them on for myself.<\/span><\/p>\n

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