Yesterday I commented to Grandma that I had a headache and thought my blood pressure might be high. Charlie got a sly look. "That's why you scream at me and make me cry." Grandma's ears perked up. "When do I scream at you and make you cry?", I asked. Charlie glanced to make sure Grandma was listening. "You scream at me all of the time."
Charlie could barely conceal a smirk as Grandma started glaring at me.
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