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Some nights, after turning off the lights, Avi talks to himself for a while. Here is what he said tonight:

Ice cream. It’s white! Bashi! Leash! It’s stripes. Walk. Kids. Noooooo. A sticker, a sticker. Uh nope? Cake. Nooooo. I want it too. A car. A kiss. … firetruck sounds Giraffe! Hold it! Apples. It’s broken. Cookies. Eat. More. It’s cats. Asleep? A car. Beep. A B G D. What happened? Oh no. Beep beep.