Grandmom Ann grins at J. Dot. “Hello Dotty.” “Grandmom, you know my hip-hop nickname is J. Dot. Dot is okay but never Dotty. I hate that.” Grandmom Ann chuckles. “I know, but it got your attention, didn’t it? What are you working on?” “You wouldn’t understand, Grandmom. I want to make a new song but it’s hard to write here. I miss the sounds of the city.” J. Dot passes her the notebook. Grandpop Jon leans over to read along. Then he takes the notebook to get an even closer look. “Wow, you are quite the rapper if I say so myself. How about I help you complete this song by adding a few lines?” Grandpop Jon strikes a pose as if he is holding a microphone.
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