I was back at my grandparents house. I was packing it up after they were put in a nursing home. Exept, it wasn't their stuff. It was art supplies, my old Barbie dolls, very nice antiques. There were Jesus figureines, and small Wiccan altars. My parents were letting me have my pick of things. I took no Jesus figures, and took the small altars. My dad paid no attention, but my mom noticed. She asked me why I wanted no Jesus figures. Then I woke up. This is very odd. In case it matters, I am a Wiccan.
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