Grandma:
I have the deep darkies.
[attempts to smother herself with her scarf]
Becca:
Nana? Nana! Nana, Nana, Nana, stop! Nana, stop!
[pulls one of Nana's hands away and then holds both of them on Nana's lap]
Becca:
Nana, what's happening?
Grandma:
You have to laugh to keep the deep darkies in a cave.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:58