So, dearling, get this, Rachael thinks I’m a spy.

A spy? Like working for the Russians?

I don’t know who I am supposed to be working for, but yes, a spy.
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I am so sick of touchscreens.

Really? I love them. So much better than mouse and pointer interfaces.

They are, but they’re also just so… full of touching and smudging.

You can wipe them off.
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I think we should consider going green.

Around the office? Our apartments?

All of it.

So I’ll look into the office buying carbon credits.

Huh? No…
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I was thinking of building a robot shark.

That sounds like a horribly bad idea.

Why? I’d control it.

To start, sure. But we all know how this story goes. Boy builds shark, boy controls shark, shark gains mind of its own, shark kills town.
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I have decided that I should get a tattoo.

What? Really?

I think so yes.

And what would this tattoo be of?

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Whatever happened to Fruit Roll-ups?

Nothing.

Really they still make them?

That brand? I assumed so , but the idea of flattened processed plastic fruit food? That hasn’t gone away.

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I made a huge mistake.

Oh no. What happened?

Well, I was sick of internet comments.

Never read the comments!

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I think I’m sick of ponies.

Is that even possible?

I didn’t think so, but yes, it seems to have happened.

Well, fair, I’m sick of zombies.

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