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When I was a child, my mother would read to me every night.
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| Goo! Pwease tell me my fav'wite stowwy again, Mommy!!! | |
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| Of course, dear! All around the Mulberry bush... | |
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I always fantasized about being in those stories.
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| ...The monkey chased the weasel... | |
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| ...The monkey thought 'twas all in fun... | |
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Years later, those fantasies came true...
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| Hi, cutie. My name is Mullberry! Can I buy you a drink? | |
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