When she was a tiny little kid, Allie and I use to take her to the park with us, especially on Sundays. Allie had this sailboat he used to foul around with on Sundays, and we used to take old Phoebe with us. She’s wear white gloves and walk right between us, like a lady and all. And when Allie and I were having a conversation about things she would always be listening. Sometimes you would forget she was around, because she was such a little kid. She’d interrupt all the time. She killed Allie too. I mean he liked her too. She’s ten now, and not such a little kid anymore, but she still kills everybody- everybody with and sense anyway.
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