Two people argue over a pointed finger and who's being disrespectful. Speaker A demands Speaker B stop pointing, then pivots to grilling them about a granddaughter: her name, age, grade, favorite color, where she lives. The whole thing falls apart fast.
Do not point your finger at me. Disrespectful. Do not point your finger at me. I'm grown as hell. I can disrespect whoever I want. And if it's you, I'mma do it.
No, you're not.
Put your finger down. Put your finger down.
First of all, no, you are not.
Oh my God.
Period.
You don't even know me. Period. You don't even know me apparently. You don't know me apparently. You don't, but you know the other 4 daughters that— But you don't know me apparently. Put your finger down, bro. Okay, I'll let you finish what you're saying. Put it down. Put it down.
So what are the lies that you said? Here's the thing. She's telling you her story. She's not telling you the other side of that story. What's the other side? So the email that she's talking about was me sharing that I had a granddaughter, hers.
You don't know her name?
Okay.
What's her name?
She needs to stop. How old is she? I'm not gonna go back and forth.
What grade she in? I'll let you speak. What's her favorite color? What any, if that's your granddaughter, what is it that you know about her? What's her name? Where does she live?
Are you done?
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