When I was about 3 or 4, I used to go over to this girl's house named Sherry. Except everybody (including my parents) called her Sherry-key because when she talked, she put -key on the end of everything in some weird sort of pidgin dialect. She would always ask if I wanted to "Go on a walk-key on the sidewalk-key", and I would really never know
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