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Setting: Nursing Home, Grandmother’s Room

Mama: Mother, what are you looking at?

Grandmother: I’m studying Cass.

Mama: She’s pretty, ain’t she?

Grandmother: To me she is.

Me: Do I have a face only a Grandmother could love?

Grandmother: No, your Granddad loved it, too.

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