So, we're watching a little TV before bed, after a long day at the nature museum, Gaz holds up the cute pink monkey stuffed animal we got her and said "Does anybody want to touch my monkey?"
George had, of course, just taken a drink, so she had the most studied, suppressed smile on her face as she tried to keep from laughing or spitting liquid up her nose or something undignified like that.
Me, I just touched the monkey.
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You make Dieter happy. and now we dance.
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