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Somewhere in the Middle of the Night

Rachel: Mom, can I come sleep with you?

Mom: (half asleep) - sure, how come?

Rachel: Because I had a dream about a pickle.

Mom: OK

Posted by Debby on August 15, 2004 06:50 AM
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