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When he grows up…

Mr. R: When you grow up, you’ll be a famous violinist.
M: No, I won’t.
Mr. R: Ok, when you grow up, you’ll be a famous pianist.
M: No, I won’t.
Mr. R: What do you want to be, then?
M: I want to be Mother Mary.

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