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I'm not good with kids. I normally just pat them on the head and offer them a sweet, then run away. Or if they're a little shit, I offer them a broccoli stalk and tell them Santa isn't real. I'm not good with kids. I normally just pat them on the head and offer them a sweet, then run away. Or if they're a little shit, I offer them a broccoli stalk and tell them Santa isn't real.
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