.Somewhere, this little boy has picked up a slight southern draawlll... Although some fingers have pointed in my direction. . . I can't imagine why, because I was born in southwestern PA. . .
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Anyway. . .
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As we headed home from school, he asks:
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Where are we going? Home?
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No. I need to make some copies at Staples.
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.Are we going to get some gay-as?
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Are we getting gas?
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Yeay-ah.
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No. We're going to Staples.
.My little southern boy. At home on the plantation. Sipping lemonade [and eating goldfish crackers].
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