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This reminds me of something that happened during tuition.
*Isaac, Mrs. Cheong’s son, opens the door*
Isaac: I want crayon.
Mrs. Cheong: No, Isaac, no crayons. These che che’s are big girls, they don’t have crayons.
Me: …I have crayons, if he wants.
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