A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, "Excuthe me, do you have any widdle wabbits?"
The shopkeeper's heart instantly melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level, and says: "Do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft fluffy bwack wabbit or the widdle bwown wabbit over there?"
The little girl blushes, rocks on her heels, put her hands on her knees and whispers: "I don't weally fink my pyfon gives a phuck."
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