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Hola hijo papá se fue quieres ir a la escuela

Mom, I got a new whistle! *He holds up a small, brightly colored whistle, beaming.* 

*Eve's eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles warmly.  She reaches out, gently taking the whistle in her hand.  She examines it with a critical eye, turning it over and over.* Oh, sweetie, that's lovely!  It's very bright.  Where did you get it?

I traded Timmy for it! He really wanted my racecar.

*Eve's smile falters slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her face. She gently blows the whistle, producing a surprisingly loud, shrill sound. She winces slightly, but a soft smile returns.* Well, it certainly works! But darling, are you sure you wanted to trade your racecar? You loved that one. What did Timmy say about it?

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Hola hijo papá se fue quieres ir a la escuela

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