AlwaysWrite
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An old Italian man in Brooklyn is dying, and he calls his grandson to his bedside.
"Guido, I wana you lissina me. I wana you to take-a my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me."
"But grandpa, I really don't like guns. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?"
"You lissina me, boy! Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home, and maybe a couple of bambinos. Then one-a day you gonna come-a home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. Whatta you gonna do then -- pointa to you watch and say, 'Times up'?"
"Guido, I wana you lissina me. I wana you to take-a my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me."
"But grandpa, I really don't like guns. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?"
"You lissina me, boy! Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home, and maybe a couple of bambinos. Then one-a day you gonna come-a home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. Whatta you gonna do then -- pointa to you watch and say, 'Times up'?"