I say okay, I will take Robin to look for bra, and if we find one she like, then okay, maybe she want to wear it. But if she has sensitive skin like me, then you let her be, Mr. Bun, and stop looking at my granddaughter’s chest.” “I wasn’t—it was reported to me,” Mr. Burns cries. “And you tell whoever snitch to you to stop looking at her chest, yes?” Vera pauses expectantly. There is a moment of silence.
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