Gabriel: Dadda, can you get me a paper towel?
Me: Didn’t you just tear one?
Gabriel: Yes, but it kept tearing wrong. I want you to tear me a perfect one.
Me: Why does it have to be perfect?
Gabriel: Because I like it perfect.
Gabriel: Dadda, can you get me a paper towel?
Me: Didn’t you just tear one?
Gabriel: Yes, but it kept tearing wrong. I want you to tear me a perfect one.
Me: Why does it have to be perfect?
Gabriel: Because I like it perfect.
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