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You would like to be a fine lady and forget your old granddad.
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An old granddad of seventy!
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I count my blessings that I get on with my 95-year- old granddad, Robert Robertson, or, as I know him, Bob.
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The image which persists is not Dylan as he is now, a chewed-up and grisly old granddad, but the Dylan of the sixties.
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Same as the night he beat her to death with a bottle of Old Granddad.
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But Old Granddad had left the building.
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Old Granddad sure knew his stuff.
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"Like some Old Granddad?" Cliff offered the open bottle on the coffee table, still giving off his fixed grin.