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February 2nd 2005 8:54 am
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I can't ever remember eating fish, but my daddy tells me that my breath smells like kipper snacks. I hate to have me teeth brushed. I can hear him under the sink getting my toothbrush, so I run and hide under the bed in hopes that I will not be found. It never seems to work.
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