As a kid, I used to spend summer vacation at my grandmother’s house. She lived alone in a narrow rowhouse filled with old furniture, Marlboro cigarette smoke and frogs. She adored frogs – she had a brass frog-shaped plate around her doorbell, a concrete frog fountain in her backyard, and a shiny chrome diving frog hood ornament on her 1985 Volkswagen Quantum.
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