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I found Grandma on the street today reborn as a rock. I didn't recognize her at first without her turquoise-rim glasses or her always-falling-out-in-public teeth; she was standing in the gutter on her bald, lopsided head. Mom tells me Grandma's gone to nag God into slaughtering spiders and taking the farts out of vegetables, but if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, you can see Grandma's crooked nose-- the one that she broke playing badminton last year-- and the way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she talks about cheating to beat me at checkers. And it's just like Grandma to come back as a rock; Mom's always called her a stubb