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| You know, speaking of my children... | |
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| No one was speaking of your children. I was just standing here making copies. | |
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All it takes is one "My children" for the office to degenerate into a gushing parent's roundtable.
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| My kids never crawled, they just went straight to running and then they never stopped. | |
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| My son crawled briefly, the next thing I know, he's riding a bike. | |
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| My kid pretty much came running out of the womb. | |
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| Too...easy...to... make..fun...of. | |
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