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He read it aloud, his voice cracking with laughter. The poem was ridiculous—rhyming "trombone" with "telephone," describing his snoring as a "contented walrus with a megaphone." Maya giggled, then laughed, then cried a little, watching her stoic, remote-control-fumbling grandpa transform into a storyteller, his eyes bright with memory.

"That's good," he admitted. "That's real good." Come on grandpa- fuck me-

"Come on, grandpa," Maya said, offering her hand. He read it aloud, his voice cracking with laughter

Maya finally looked up, a smirk playing on her lips. "Okay, Grandpa. Let's make a deal. You figure out the smart TV, and I'll figure out… your day. One hour. No phones. Your rules." He read it aloud

"Okay," Maya said, wiping her eyes. "Okay, my turn. But you have to actually try ."