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After I had my wisdom teeth pulled, I wanted apple juice. My mother, who was driving, wouldn't stop to get some; but she did stop at a McDonalds to get me a milk shake. I don't know how much harder stopping at the gas station would've been, but I guess she thought a milk shake and apple juice where somehow even remotely similar. I ended up crying all the way home because she wouldn't get me any juice.
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Someday, someone will best me.
But it won't be today, and it won't be you.
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