"Aww! Does the baby want his paper back?" Dawn said, waving your paper above your head. You attempted to reach for it, but Dawn's teasing and your height puts you in a difficult postion.
"You're so cute trying to jump!"
Your face becomes boiling red from anger; you were gonna diss your sister off, but she had those pictures hidden her room, ready to be published on Facebook at Dawn's command. You stop and stand there.
"Dawn," you say calmly. "Could you please give me my paper?"
"What? The baby is talking like a big boy? Maybe if baby talks the way he's suppose to talk, maybe I listen better."
Your face is near burning from the flames of your anger. The only way to get the paper back is to ask Dawn in baby talk.
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