“Mom! My toenails do not have fungus. I don’t need them to trim them,” Фред screamed. A tall man greeted them. “Today we’re doing the regular,” Janet, Fred’s mom announced in her high pitched voice. “No we aren’t! No, no, no!” Фред screeched. He picked up hair spray from the big shelf as soon as his mom left. “Don’t make me use it!” threatened Fred. “Would Ты like a cookie, или some lemonade?” The tall man asked. Фред grabbed for the печенье from where he was. The trey slid and burst on the ground. Фред reached down and got a cookie. “Owwie! I’m gonna sue you...
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