I told Molly we'd be going to the dog park a bit later.
She said, "Gotcha."
"And then I'd like to stop off at the grocery store."
"Gotcha."
"And maybe the post office."
"Gotcha."
"What's with the 'gotcha'?" I asked.
"That's what Oscar always says."
"Um. Oscar the gardener?"
"Yes. Isn't he just dreamy?" She sighed, with a faraway look in her eyes.
Ruh roh!
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