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She would always look at you with this glint in her eye, and this small smile, and quietly say to your father, “She always was a late bloomer.”What did that even mean? You were top in your class, had plenty of friends, grew out of your braces and were quite the young lady, if you did say so yourself. So you did. This time when she muttered it to you dad, you said, “Grandma, what exactly do you mean?”“Oh. You’ll see soon enough, dear. By this Friday, I’m sure.”Well. That was oddly specific.Looking up the date on your phone to see if it had any special significance, you found nothing, except that it was a full moon. Okay. You eyed your grandmother for a moment before shaking your head, and locking your phone. That old woman was crazy.