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paul: i'm going to tickle you. [reaching out from his carseat]
me: eee!
me: you tickled my forehead!
paul: i almost tickled your eye.
me: i don't think my eye would like that.
me: i think it might hurt.
paul: i almost tickled it.
paul: sorry!



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