I treated her like anyone else. But when I asked what she wanted she look up at me and started laughing. Her laughter got louder and angrier and wouldn't stop. When she started pointing at my face my body filled with rage. I took off my belt, bent her over my knee and spanked her until she cried. Maybe next year she won't make fun of my white beard.
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