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Poor John. |
First conversation:
Me: You have two more days of freedom left. How does that feel?
John: This is freedom?
Me: (singing) Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose...
Second conversation:
Me: What did you say?
John: Nothing. I'm just being strange right now...
Me: Good. If you weren't strange, we wouldn't have anything in common.
John: I said, STRANGE, not PSYCHO.
Me: Okay, then. If you weren't BITCHY, we wouldn't have anything in common.
Oh, but we have fun...
Yay for you!!! And to think it all started with you changing his pan in the hospital bed. NoR
ReplyDeleteha ha. Exactly. But he took care of me when I had breast cancer, so I guess we're even. In sickness and health and all that jazz...
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