Izzy: I wish I had a pet. Something like a dog.
Wendy: You have something like a dog. It’s called two cats named Murky and Kirby.
Izzy: But I want a dog. Our home is big enough for one.
Wendy: Yeah? Take it up with Debra.
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Te amo, mama. Te amo.
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Remember when we ate with cousins? That was a lot of fun!
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Izzy: Sadhana is sick of cats.
Wendy: No, sweetie. Sadhana is not sick of cats. She’s allergic to cats.
Izzy: right! Allergic. They make her sneeze.
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