My Grandson arrived last night. Drunker that a skunk, carrying on about how Isabella left him and how he just didn't understand how it could be that one day everything was fine and the next she was gone. I would'a thwaped him upside the head with the common sense stick but it would have done no good with the condition he was in. I swear, the
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*shaves, changes, and walks out into the living room*
Morning.
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*looks him over*
You look like hell, mon ami.
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About how I feel too.
*pours a glass of water before sitting down on the couch*
She left me, Grandmere.
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So you've said, many times last night. Did she say why?
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*laughs until he sees his grandmother's face*
No. No, Dad wouldn't hurt me. He couldn't. I'm his son.
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Did he hurt my sister? Is that why she can't be found?
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