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A prayer."It's time for bed, Boo-Bear" My mother poked her head into the play room, then sighed. She didn't look like she thought my tower was very good. I had even painted her name on it with that red crayon she always put on her face.A prayer.
I didn't understand why she always got so mad when I used it. But, either way, I apologized to her, and skipped away to my room, leaving her with the mess.
In the time it took that silly mommy of mine to follow me, I had already dressed myself in my nightgown, and was sitting on the edge of my bed.
"How many times have I told you not to play with mommy's things?" Never once had I
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