Buster: I don't like that music. It makes me think of something bad. I try not to think of it, but it comes into my mind.
Nana: What is it, sweetheart?
Buster: Never mind. I forgot.
Buster Brown moved in with me when he was 3 months old and moved out when he started first grade. Now I only see him every other weekend -- so LET'S MAKE THE MOST OF THEM!
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