I remember there was a tollbooth in a tollbooth. The one inside was red. It turned out to be to small and for Barbies. My brother and I were there and saw my dad adding numbers to subjects on a computer. I kept getting mad at him for being suggestive but then hugged him and decided not to get mad. Other things happened, too.
Before, I know we were traveling and buying things.
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