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"some kid"
The doorbell rang half an hour ago. A little blond boy was at the door.
"Hey. There's some kid who lives here. Can she come out and play?"
Startled, I said, "Uhm, Kayla's not here today."
"Ok, thanks!" And then, as he jogged away, "Kayla. Kayla. Kayla." Muttered to himself.
"Hey. There's some kid who lives here. Can she come out and play?"
Startled, I said, "Uhm, Kayla's not here today."
"Ok, thanks!" And then, as he jogged away, "Kayla. Kayla. Kayla." Muttered to himself.