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Duckie: *touches Momma's forehead* What's that?
Momma: That's my wrinkle.
Duckie: Your... wrinkle?
Momma: Yes baby.
Duckie: I love your wrinkle!
Momma: Thank you Sweetheart.
Duckie: Can I have a wrinkle?
Momma: Baby, you don't get wrinkles, you give wrinkles.
Duckie: I give wrinkles. Okay!
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I will derive!

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Warnings...

Weapon of choice?
Fear the wool combs.

99% harmless.
1% lethal.

But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me
Upon my yowthe and on my jolitee,
It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote.
Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote
That I have had my world, as in my tyme.

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