I have to tell you right off the bat that I don’t even like the title of this story. I mean, what am I? In kindergarten? My mommy doesn’t make playdates for me anymore, he-he! I’m practically an adult. Well, not exactly. Come to think of it, I’m not even bar mitzvah yet, but still, I think the title is seriously immature.
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