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“Mommy!” little Anette whined. “I want this one!
“Yes,” her mother began in a patient tone, “ I know you do, but we just don’t have enough money for that now.” “But mom…” “No.” She said firmly, “and that’s the end of it. Put if back right now.” Grumbling, Anette placed the toy back in its place. That’s when she saw her or him she couldn’t tell with all the dirt. “Eww...you smell.” She said crinkling her small nose. “At least I don’t have any nits.” “What are nits?” “Little white bugs that dig in your hair.” “Gross.” “Yes. Is that your mum?” “Yup. Gotta go now buhbye.” Anette flounced off to her mom. “Mom I want fries. And a toy. And chicken.” “Whoa there you’re going to get fat with all that food. OK, one happy meal it is then.” Minutes later, Anette was playing with her toy, and absentmindedly chewing a few fries. The smelly girl had followed them through the Wal-mart and trailed behind them to the McDonald’s. She watched Anette play with the food, “Please miss can you spare a bit of food for me poor hungry belly. It’s growling quite powerfully as I haven’t eaten in a week.” “Go away.” “Please… Please…. I’m not ashamed to beg for me food.” “Okay, I’ll give you one fry but you have to sing twinkle twinkle little star for me.” The smelly girl opened her mouth and sang, Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder where you are Up above the world so high Like a Diamond in the sky Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder where you are. The place was quiet. Anette handed the girl a fry and she practically inhaled it. Anette's mom finally finished purchasing her items and was approaching the McDonalds. She heard the beatiful voice too and was wondering whose it belonged to. "Mom did you hear the smelly girl sing? Kinda cool huh?" Her mom too paralyzed to respond simply nodded. "Can you tell her to get her own happy meal, she keeps asking for MY fries." "This can't be real." her mom said, "My baby...my baby?" She embraced the smelly girl in her arms. "Eww mom what are you doing?" "Hunny, meet your sister. The one that was stolen from us, dont you remember?! She's only a year younger than you."
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