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“Can I go to the bathroom?”
“I don’t know? Are you able?” “May I go to the bathroom?” I smirk at the head table. “Asking the right questions Is important, you know.” “I know, Mr. Lestins. So, now, may I go?” “The difference is big, Regarding can and may.” “Yes, sir. I dig. But I meant, like, today.” His eyes, they’re bulged. He squirms in his chair. My humor is indulged. I laugh with a care. “Go now and be quick.” Timmy smiles and goes. I hope this lesson will stick, But, honestly, who knows? Line Count: 20
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