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You go to the club one evening. You’re sitting back, having a few drinks and enjoying the dancers. The next dancer steps onto the stage, and you’re admiring how great her body looks—when suddenly you look up at her face. It feels like a punch to the gut when you realize it’s your grandma. Your eyes lock for a second; she freezes, then keeps dancing. She keeps glancing over at you as she dances, smiling. After her performance, she approaches you...