The boy inches closer and closer to your outstretched arms. You bite your lip in preparation of the tickle torture you are about to receive. He rests his hands on your armpits, just dangling them there to build up anticipation. You think you are a dead man when all of a sudden you hear "lets go Danny!". The boy gets up and runs over to his mother, leaving you on the ground. Well you dodged a bullet, however you are not out of the woods yet.
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