"Dis is the poorfed." He fell on the stairs and smacked his forehead. To insure I understood his pain, he rubbed his finger on my forehead.
"Rebekah, yo thumbs ahr pahwt of yo skin." This he said as he considered the unpleasant possibility of peeling his thumb instead of the carrot. He did that once. It was very sad and possible the last carrot he peeled.
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