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    I was in the car with my mom and dad heading to my grandfather's funeral. My grandfather was a legit lunatic, he would always lock himself up inside his house working on his machines that would either explode or try to kill him. It's no surprise he died...if I made a machine and it tried to kill me that's where I would just give up. "So Didi what're you going to say about your grandfather when they call you up to talk about the good things he did?", my mom said. I sighed, "I dunno what I'm gonna say...maybe he had a good imagination? Also stop calling me Didi, you should know your sons name." My dad turned around to look at me, "Hey, don't act so rude, a'ight? She has the right to call you whatever she wants." I stuck my tongue out and looked out the window. I wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone. As much as my grandfather was crazy, he was the one who took care of me most of my life since my parents always went on trips without me because I was too 'young'. So my grandfather took care of me for 11 years, and my parents took me away from him 8 years ago. My grandfather was crazy, so my parents thought he was a bad influence so that's why they took me away. I haven't seen him since, which is a really dick move.

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I like this idea... it.... it'll be good ;)

I'll put down a question, and if you answer it right. I'll put chapter 1 down today or Monday morning.

Dior's Grandfather dies by:

A) A heart attack

B) Dior's Dad

C) One of the robots

D) Dior kills him

E) It's a fake death

IF you want an update, think hard

If you honestly don't care just fucking pick something.

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