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There was a new toy. Everyone was making fun of it, but then it was said to be designed for autistic people, and then no one made fun of it anymore, but made fun of the people who were making fun of it previously. Then someone else discovered a stone version from a million years ago in some museum, and this seemed to prove something. Then the origin of the toy was revealed to have something to do with Israel and Palestine, and so everyone made a pact never to speak of it again. And all of this happened in the space of like four days.
A fur coat in a movie made in 1946 approached a state of being cruelty-free, so far was it from its original foxes.
“If someone held a gun to my head, I probably would, yeh!” he replied, releasing a hot gust of air, lifting his chin with a look that was both resigned and defiant. She stepped back, alarmed. Had she committed a Brexit? It was so easy, these days, to accidentally commit a Brexit. She stepped forward again and awkwardly patted his arm. “Well, don’t worry,” she said. “Because the only place that would ever happen to you is America.”
Downstairs at the hotel bar, a smooth Belgian couple who had always had good health insurance propositioned her for a threesome, but only after asking her who she voted for. “Excuse me I am very sorry to ask?”
A foot fetish is Pachelbel’s Canon.”
Not say the sun “crashed inevitably into the mountains like a woman driver”? Take all shades and strengths of coffee away, if we could no longer hold it up to people’s faces!
Proteus
