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When I was little and used to tell the story of Cinderella, I'd end it with "and she got a beautiful dress, and she and the prince would go balling"
Once, in church, my dad was playing with me and pretended to bite my finger. I screamed "OW HE BIT ME!" loud enough for all to hear.
Another time in church, I was misbehaving, and someone took me by the arm to bring me outside and I screamed "YOU'RE BREAKING MY ARM!"
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