In the street. Midday. A woman, man and a three-year old.
“Ok, so see you later. I’m going now.”
“See you.”
“Don’t forget the pickled cucumbers. Mom! The pickled cucumbers, don’t forget them! Mommy! You like them! Mommy, pickled cucumbers! Remember the pickled cucumbers!”
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