“Mom! My toenails do not have fungus. I don’t need them to trim them,” fred figglehorn 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!” fred figglehorn 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 you like a cookie, or some lemonade?” The tall man asked. fred figglehorn grabbed for the biscoitos, cookies from where he was. The trey slid and burst on the ground. fred figglehorn reached down and got a cookie. “Owwie! I’m gonna sue you...
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