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" "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Rubber ducky, joy of joy. When I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend It's true," My little sister, Heather, would sing. She would splash around in the bath tub, a cheerful and sweet smile on her face. Her cute dimples would show as I washed her hair with shampoo. I miss the days where I would always give her a bath. I miss the days were I got

" "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Rubber ducky, joy of joy. When I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend It's true," My little sister, Heather, would sing. She would splash around in the bath tub, a cheerful and sweet smile on her face. Her cute dimples would show as I washed her hair with shampoo. I miss the days where I would always give her a bath. I miss the days were I got