[ And right now, this is all she really needs - the sort of childlike, simplistic way of kicking a bad thought to the curb. It won't be permanent, but few things in life are. Kids have such a great, easy way of thinking and it's times like this that made Della wish growing up was merely an option.
She slaps her hands on her hips, and yells with Alberto, even though their throats will be in sooo much pain tomorrow morning. ]
I CAN'T HEAR A WORD HE'S SAYING! THERE IS NO BRUNO HERE!
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She slaps her hands on her hips, and yells with Alberto, even though their throats will be in sooo much pain tomorrow morning. ]
I CAN'T HEAR A WORD HE'S SAYING! THERE IS NO BRUNO HERE!