Tiernan proposes to Colette, "T'mon, Miss, let's doe out back."
[They start heading for the door together, Tiernan holding his baseball glove to his chest]
I ask, "Tiernan, are you going to let her play how she wants to play?"
"Um, lep."
"No hitting," I remind him, referring to an incident that occurred yesterday.
Tiernan, understanding exactly to what I'm referring, replies, "No. I not dunna bwing da bat."
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