"Timmy dear. We are going now." said your mother from the bottom of the stairs. "Can you come down a moment so you can meet your babysitter?" she asks
"OK Mother be down in a mo." you reply
You make your way downstairs. Standing in the hallway is a beautiful young girl.
You shy away as she smiles to greet you.
"You must be Timmy." she said. "You are really cute. How old are you?" she asks in a soft voice.
"I am 9 yrs old." you reply "What's your name?" you ask.
She replies:
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