My Crazy Immigrant Grandfather

My Crazy Immigrant Grandfather

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Yeah, so my grandfather's kind of insane. No, he doesn't have Alzheimer's or Dementia, he's been like this for his whole life. Everything in this book did actually happen and I can promise that I couldn't make it up if I tried, this man has made my life hell. Everything that has happened thus far is so crazy and awful that it's laughable and I hope that this is something everyone can laugh at as I do. For warning there will be slightly mature content such as light violence and slightly inappropriate language (stronger words will be either covered or changed entirely). The stories are not in chronological order, I just wrote them as I remembered them.
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Book 2 of Never Again "Can I have some?" He says he's trying to snag a piece of my pie. I hit his hand and looked at him as if he was insane. "You can't, I'm afraid. You should do what I did. Get the bloody hell out of my face and go ask Mrs. Tina for something" I say. I don't care if he appears to be offended. He better get his fatass out my face before I have to shove my foot up his ass for trying to steal my food. I don't play about my food. "But I want that" he says pointing at the thing in my hand. "I don't care, go get your own" I say pointing my fork at him. "If I can't get a piece, you won't have any." I look at him with wide eyes when he says this. I instantly get up, "Wait a minute. This is something we can discuss." It's pointless since he's chasing me around the couch. I leaped on the couch, causing him to jump on the opposite side. "It's mine, Ha-Alessandro. Why can't you acquire one of your own?" When he gets closer, I say and jump to the ottoman. "Because you make that one seems good," he continues, his gaze fixed on me. Are we still talking about the food? I don't know "You're a grown ass Mafia man chasing me down for a damn pie," I say as I leap onto the table. I'm hoping this crap is strong. Thalia only had one thing in mind and that was to escape one way or another. Life keeps throwing things at her, quite literally. She keeps handling everything while trying to keep a strong font. Although its starting to get hard with the betrayal she's facing, the lies, lust, and confusion all at once. Just like before, some things are not as they seem. This book is Mature and has detailed smut

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