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Grams, it's us.
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Lip and Ian... Frank's sons.
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Your grandsons.
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My goodness.
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Would you look at you two?
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I have never seen apple and spice looking so nice.
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Thanks, Grammy.
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How's it going in there?
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Well, the food's not so great,
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but the pussy's pretty good.
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Never thought I'd be the type.
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Oh, this dump ain't so bad.