"How do you know Ill fall?" whined the girl.

"Why not!" protested the girl.

"It is written in Chinese. You cannot understand it. That is why you九*九*藏*書 must listen to me."

The mother still did not answer her.

"Do not ride your bicycle around the corner," the mother had told the daughter when sh九九藏書e was seven.

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But the mother sat knitting in silence.

"Because then I cannot see you and you will fall down and cry九九藏書 and I will not hear you."

"What are they, then?" the girl demanded. "Tell me the twenty-six bad things."

"I dont believe you. Let me see the book."