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New York City. The borough of Brooklyn. 1977. Three weeks before my third birthday.
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There was much rejoicing.
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| Wonderful. Just after we get one potty trained, you go and pop out another wailing, smelly soft-serve dispenser. | |
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| Why do you care? I'm sure you won't change the diapers on this one either. | |
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