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Right now, I'm eavesdropping on an interesting converastion:
“I’m bored”, sighed Hugo.
“Uh-huh. Want to sneak up to Taylor’s apartment again? He has that vast expanse of carpet with no furniture”.
“I know.”
“It’s like being in the desert.”
“You’ve said that.”
“We could play French Foreign Legion again.”
“No thanks.”
“He’s got that new scarf you like.”
“I know.”
“She could be a princess we rescue”.
“I’m still not sure she’s a she.”
“How can you tell, with a scarf? The colors? The length?”
“I’m still thinking about it. It’d be easier if she were a smart wool sock, I could just ask.”
“Yeah. Too bad.”
“I’m bored.”
“We could sneak up to Taylor’s apartment, and put ourselves on the wrong feet again then when he tries to walk he keeps tripping like when he was moving his mattress in.”
“Heh… he thumped is head on the floor and yelled ‘sucking focks!’”
“Yeah! Hey Hugo, what’s a fock?”
“Umm.. it’s what two socks do when they really love each other. I’ll explain when you’re older.”
“Ok. Hey Hugo? We’re twins.”
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