Sometimes my daughter asks me to tell her a story, and she’ll want me to make up the story. Two of my stories in particular have stuck with her. One is about a girl who stays up late to see Santa Claus. Another is about a dog who does bad things and eats things it shouldn’t. The latter is often told in endless iterations, in almost the exact same words,…
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