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Me: Where the f*** are my keys? Child of mine (provocatively): “I don’t f***ing know!” Me: Don’t swear! Child: As in ‘Do as I say and not as I do?’ Me: Yes. Now, where are those f***ing keys? [ps autocorrect doesn’t like “fuck are” and offers “fuck is” or “fucks are” (sic)…]

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