“And then Grandpa let me eat six cookies. Six!” he said, grinning like he’d pulled off a heist. “Six?” I gasped. “How are you still alive?” He giggled and leaned in close. “I exercised after. Grandma made me dance.” “Oh, well, then it’s fine,” I teased. After a while, I noticed he was beginn
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