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Little boy: How come every time you come around, my London, London Bridge...
Father: I told you, I don't like that song. Stop singing it.
Little boy: ...wanna go down, like London, London, London...
Father: If you don't stop singing it, I'll kill you.
Little boy: ...wanna go down, like London, London, London...
Father: That's it, I killed you. You're dead. No one can see you now.
Little boy: I can't be dead. I have to pee.
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