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Dear Grandma, and Dad, 

Go away.

I don't want either of you in my life.

Neither of you had or have the courage to change.

It is because of you that I even had to overcome a horrendous childhood.

I don't like you.

I don't want you in my life.

And Grandma, I saw your message to my daughter and you are a liar.

Leave my children alone.

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