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Saturday night

time for bed, but someone has given my three yr. old a camping whistle.
Which means it's extra loud.
An extra loud camping whistle. A three yr. old Chinese recently adopted daughter.
Bedtime.
A whistle.
Bedtime.
Not anymore.

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