Isaiah: Mom, can we paint this bridge red?
Me: Uhh, why?
Isaiah: Because way far away, in a land, there's a bridge like this and it's red.
Me: You mean San Francisco?
Isaiah: Yeah!
Me: Uhh, why?
Isaiah: Because way far away, in a land, there's a bridge like this and it's red.
Me: You mean San Francisco?
Isaiah: Yeah!
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