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I'm talking about the woman who nonchalantly says, "Can I touch your balls," to the candle lady, then turns beet red and tries to recover from what she just said only to make it worse.
Oh yes, I ran to the car.
"Why no, I don't know who that lady is. She's been pretending to be my mom all day. Very annoying."