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ungratefully yours

my mom: paul has something to say to you. [hands phone to paul]
paul: can i open the package?
me: what package?
paul: it's a package.
me: where did it come from?
paul: it came from the package.
me: from the package?
paul: it came from the mailman.
me: oh, so it just showed up.
me: put your grandma on the phone.
my mom: what is it?
paul: [in the background] i'm going to rip it...
me: where did the package come from?
my mom: it's from [my aunt].
me: ah, okay, put paul back on the phone.
me: i'll tell him he can open it.
paul: can i open the package?
me: yes, go ahead and open it.
[sounds of paper being ripped to shreds]
my mom: [in the background] what is that?
me: what?
my mom: it's a telescope.
me: she got him a telescope?
paul: it's a telescope.
paul: it's not a lightsaber.
me: no, it's not a lightsaber.
me: did you want a lightsaber?
paul: it's not a sword.
me: thank goodness.
paul: it's nothing.
paul: it's just nothing.
paul: it's just a telescope.

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