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J's Daughter: Look, my rose from the cheer competition is still alive.
J's Son: No, it's not.
Daughter: Yuh-huh. Look, it even still smells good.
Son: Nuh-uh, it's dead.
Daughter: You know what I mean. It's still fresh.
Son: But it's dead. They killed it just for YOU!
Daughter: ::wail::
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