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My wife's grandmother (who no one likes) called last night at 9:45 and asked what we were having for lunch...we had plenty, but hadn't invited her due to the drama, and "helpful hints" she always has to share. We told her 1:00, and she showed up at 12:15 and stayed all day in my chair, complained about the saltiness of the food, and was the last to leave while *****ing about our Aussie, who bit (only person he has ever bitten) her 3 years earlier. Good riddance.
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