“Mom! My toenails do not have fungus. I don’t need them to trim them,” 费雷德 screamed. A tall man greeted them. “Today we’re doing the regular,” Janet, Fred’s mom announced in her high pitched voice. “No we aren’t! No, no, no!” 费雷德 screeched. He picked up hair spray from the big shelf as soon as his mom left. “Don’t make me use it!” threatened Fred. “Would 你 like a cookie, 或者 some lemonade?” The tall man asked. 费雷德 grabbed for the 饼干 from where he was. The trey slid and burst on the ground. 费雷德 reached down and got a cookie. “Owwie! I’m gonna sue you...
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