Clara Grace’s daddy took her to visit the kayak store on Friday, July the twentieth. After staring longingly at the boats of various shapes and colors her daddy asked the store’s owner to put him on the mailing list in order to receive e-mails whenever sales came around.
Clara Grace announced, “I want e-mails.”
Her daddy answered, "You can read mine.”
Clearly unsatisfied, Clara Grace decided to try her luck with the store owner instead. And here, Clara Grace told her very first fib, “Write me, I’m three.”
As she walked out of the store hand in hand with her daddy, Clara Grace remarked, “I have to go check my e-mail.”
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