She is going through the "gimme" stage now. I understand it lasts until the mid-late 30's.
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Git yur own.
now, with more us.
This is my baby.
Git yur own.
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Two turtles crossing the road hit each other head on and were both knocked unconscious. The policeman who was summoned to investigate the accident tried to find a witness, but only found a snail nearby.
"Did you see the accident?" the officer asked. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"Yes I saw it" replied the snail, "but it all happened so fast !"
AND...
Why did the turtle cross the road?
So he could get to the shell station!
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