So my mom has this problem with speaking clearly, or even in English, when she's in a hurry.
When she needs us to quickly do something,
the kitchen becomes either the living kitchen or the kiving kiv. A plate can be a ping-pang, the couch -- fif nac, and my name becomes Darrin. Don't ask me why. Bella doesn't rhyme with Darrin, I don't even know any Darrins. But that's the first name she
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