the pieces of my life

The girl [singing]: I want more mango. I want more mango!
Me: Bring me your plate.
The girl: Wow, cutting mango looks hard.
Me: It is a little hard.
The girl: That’s why I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to have to cut my own mango.
Me: That sounds like a good reason.
The girl: Do you think I should just live you when I grow up? So you can cut my mango for me?

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