And yet, every Christmas, there he was. Sitting at my grandmother’s dining table, correcting everyone’s grammar.
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“You know,” he said, not looking at me, “the rope swing was probably fine. The fecal coliform thing. I was just scared.” And yet, every Christmas, there he was
“Because,” he said, “you’re the only people who tell me to shut up to my face.” ” he said