I took her shopping:
Small - Mama, bitches!
I, looking around, I make mine totally not expressing anything. I'm tough! Small
again pulling my jacket pocket - Mama, bitches! Mama, bitches!
I (I note finally that time to react, because more and more dangerous calls heads in our direction) - Honey, let's go after the cream cheese with fudge (her favorite, to divert attention)
Small - Maaaama I moths (I) whores. Dad bought the church whores (yesterday), jadne (nice)
And so for several minutes. In the end I gave up and let go the Small alone, only a glancing angle of the eye. Finally brought. Olives!
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