"i've brought you a bic and a tea strainer" she said, pensively.
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" i have meditated since i was eight," he said, absentmindedly
" my skirt is a mess now," she said, looking depleted
" i painted until dark, & then a damn bug bit me, " he said, articulately
" the priest & i only like cherry though," she said, piously
"do you like my blouse? " she asked, transparently
"my breasts are so so little!" she tittered
" your dog is sure round," he said, in a melancholy way
" i used to be a miner," he exclaimed
" did someone just fart?" she said, in passing.
" did you really sing gospel with that group?" he inquired
" oh this engine never has run quite right," he said, idly.
" i fuckin hate trains!" he railed.
" don't you have anything to wash down these crackers & cheese with?" he whined.
" put the same number of flowers in each jar," she said, pervasively.
" your dumb dog is obviously a mixed breed," he muttered.
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