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as reported by my mom.

paul: what are you eating, gramma?
my mom: a double double.
paul: what's that, gramma?
my mom: [about to speak]
paul: it's a sandwich!
my mom: that's right.
paul: what's inside, gramma?
my mom: [about to speak]
paul: probably garbage.


me: paul, did you tell daddy what you said about gramma's sandwich?
cam: what did you say?
paul: garbage sandwich.



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