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This is a short story about my Great grandpa.
He is 90 years old now! But still loves to tell people about his adventures!
But a very short one he likes to tell is this...

He had just come from his small bas when suddenly he was knocked to the side which gave him b bruse! He looked up and the was a Natzi!
He simply shot him and had a second lunch because the German had Fresh sanwiches in his pocket.

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