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A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the
sweetest little lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle
wabbits?"
As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees,
so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white
wabby or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like
that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?"
She, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on
her knees,leans forward and says in a quiet voice, "I don't
fink my pet python weally gives a thit."
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