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A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and sweetly lisps, "Do you keep widdle wabbits?"
The shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabby or a widdle bwack wabby, or maybe one like that cute fuwwy widdle bwown wabby over there?"
She puts her hands on her knees, leans forward, and says in a quiet voice, "I don't fink my pyfon weally givth a shit."
The shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabby or a widdle bwack wabby, or maybe one like that cute fuwwy widdle bwown wabby over there?"
She puts her hands on her knees, leans forward, and says in a quiet voice, "I don't fink my pyfon weally givth a shit."
