Revenge Bound on My Father

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give me some

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d looked at Grandma. "See,

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face, Grandma's disdainful

ght she was as tou

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mother's fac

re you bringing up a dea

best for her. It saves

ma and me out of the room,

at and spoke with f

get to business and con

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's satisfied sigh from the room, and

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