I couldn’t script this stuff nearly so well
Grace: I have a flower in my hairclip.
Jazz, her tone bright and interested: Oh. You have a flower in your hairclip?
Grace: Yeah. My mommy put it in there.
Jazz, her tone regretful: I didn’t got one today.
Grace, after a pause, with great sympathy: Oh. Well, that happens.
Jazz and Grace, together, nodding sagely: Yeah.
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