
There was a song that we used to sing when I was a little girl, that was accompanied with a hand game or dance or whatever you want to call it. It started like this, “I went to a Chinese restaurant, to buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread, the lady asked what my name was, and this is what I said, said, said” and then it goes on with a long string of nonsense that if I never hear again, it’ll be too soon. But I was thinking about it today. And I don’t know about Chinese restaurants in your area, but in mine, I’ve never seen them selling loaves of bread.
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