“You smell like icky tarter sauce,” Liam said.
“If you don’t like the way I smell you don’t have to sit on my lap,” I said.
“No, you can just go get clean.”
“I think I’ll stay like this.”
“Why, you like being disgusting?”
“Yes, yes, I do.”

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