On Christmas morning one of the compound toddlers knocked untiringly on my bedroom's emergency exit facing the doorway. He kept calling, "Kling-kling!", simulating the sound of a bell.
By the time I rose to give him a little toy and some candy, the enterprising little boy had gone.
By the time I rose to give him a little toy and some candy, the enterprising little boy had gone.
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