The bottom line is that one day when you're old and dying you're going to ask all your seven kids to visit you in that stench filled nursing home, and while everybody else may not even care for their taste of revenge, they'll plainly say no. I, on the other hand, will try my best to remember all those times, and say
"We'll see."
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