A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and > asks, in the sweetest > little lisp, between two missing teeth, > Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits? > > As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets > down on his knees so that he's on her level and > asks, > > Do you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and > fuwwy bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute > widdle bwown wabbit over there? > > She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her > hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a > tiny > quiet voice, > > I don't think my python weally givths a thit
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