My Grandma Had A Horrible WWII Secret I Just Discovered

What did I just find in her basement?

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I can remember the smell of my grandma's perfume when she’d stroll past my brother and I with an unnatural amount of food.

I’m serious, she was Italian.

Piles of crepes, sausages, fruit doused in sugar, eggs, and freshly squeezed orange juice.