Kid:*on Sasha's lap* I want a pony. Sasha: That's nice. Now, get off me. *Thinking* How did I let Milla talk me into this? *flashback* Milla: Sasha, will you do me a favor? Sasha: No Milla: Just be a mall santa. Sasha: With the children? Milla:Yes....
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