Nicole repeats the following chant she learned from her cousins several times throughout the day: "I went downtown to see Charlie Brown. He gave me a nickel to buy me a pickle. The pickle was sour, so he gave me a flower. The flower was dead, so this is what he said, "Icky sticky soda pop, icky sticky goo, icky sticky soda pop, a boy likes you!"
Please don't ever grow up, Nikki. Not ever,
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