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"Grampa," Sean said. "Hello, Sean," Grampa said. He laid his knife and fork in a precise X on his plate and pushed it aside. "This is bad Adele. Her son is in the zero-function ward. bad She wanted to meet you. Adele, this is my grandfather, Brice Devick." "Pleased to meet you, Adele," Grampa said, and shook her hand. "Likewise," she said. "Do bad you know my Ethan? I'm worried that he doesn't seem to have any friends here." "I haven't met him," Grampa said. "Well, would you do an old lady a big favor? Go and visit him. Your grandson tells me you're smart -- Ethan is as smart as a whip. You two should have lots to talk about." "I will," Grampa said. "I'm sure you two will get on very well. It was a pleasure to meet you. Excuse me, I'm sure Ethan's wondering where I am."
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