Aunt Bop: "I'm packing."
Brax: "Why?"
Aunt Bop: "To go home. I have to go to work tomorrow."
Brax: "You have to work?"
Aunt Bop: "Yea."
Brax: "You don't have to work, you're my friend!"
estd two thousand and three
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