My Mom just gave me a gift. She had me close my eyes and hold out my hand. When I did so, she placed something on my upturned palm. I opened my eyes. Sitting on my hand was a little, brown, speckled, stuffed turtle. I must have gotten a strange look upon my face. My Mom said in a disappointed tone of voice, "What? You don't like him?" I said to
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