She loved your grandfather

Your grandmother says you have a white stain on the shoulder of your jacket. It needs to be laundered. What she doesn't say is she knows where you've been. 

Of course she knows. You're 34 & still live with her. She still doesn't like gays. But she loved your gay grandfather.



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