"Why would Uncle [name retracted] steal your TV? He has a TV, plus he has enough money to buy another TV if he wanted," I say to Grandma as I'm listening to her, trying to find the illogical reasoning behind her paranoia. We're sitting at a bench in a restaurant that literally has saw dust (or shavings) on the floor.
"Because he wants to hurt me," my grandmother responds.
"I don't know Uncle [name retracted] that well, but I have talked to him some, and he would never want to hurt you on purpose," I say, trying to comfort her.
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