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last year my grandfather took me in the basement and told me he wanted to give me something he'd been waiting all my life to give me. i was expecting some really ornate, ugly gold jewelry. instead he gave me an 8-track cassette of the soundtrack to the godfather part two. then he immediately took it back and told me that i was not yet mature enough to take over the roll of caretaker for the aforementioned 8-track cassette.