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I remember having a ton of fun with Shelly but apparently she was wildly unreliable (this explains why I also remember sitting in the corner while my mother taught freshman statistics, which I also loved). She told us absurd lies to make us behave, like that you should never jump in puddles because they might be the opening to an underground lake and you would fall in and get trapped under the pavement and drown, but she took us to visit her friend who had a Crazy Daisy sprinkler, which we thought was the greatest thing in the world.

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