Ever time my Aunt Betty bees comin' over, Momma says the zact same thing on me. Bemember, Georgie, ya gottsa be polite even know ya doesn't like her kisses. Poor Aunt Betty bees spayed. An' she jus' loves childrens. But today I gotted all braved up an' I tole her, Momma, I doesn't care how much Aunt Betty bees paid for to love childrens; I'm rather chew my leg off astead a kissin' them dribbly dishrag lips a hers ever never again! Momma hadded the strangest face on her look what I never seed afore. So I jus' shutted mine own self up after that.
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