"But dad", HR replies as she looks away, "I put socks on the cat--like you like!" "You know", I tell her as I hand her digitaltelephone back to her, "you really don´t understand it--Team Pet Socks. You know--a lot of these teams go drinking, have permiscious connections, but not Team Pet Socks.  We are different--it´s like this You can take the girl off Dorinto, but you can´t take the Dorinto out of the...

"What´s that mean?", she asks as places her coffee in the cupholder in the spacejet. "You know", I reply as I turn on the left blinker, "it´s like this--there´s 2 people walking in the woods. One person cares and the other doesn´t give a fuck." I pause; is it a left or right at the next street? Continuing, "like does that make sense?" She pauses; what´s he talking about? "No", she replies as she rolls down the...

"Yeah", she replies as she leans back in her chair, "it´s just what you do." I pause; she´s doing great. She continues, "you know my family has the same HAKI addiction--it´s like how you handle the stress." "That´s interesting", the sternographer says as he types, "go on." She leans forward and picks up her taza; takes a sip; turns her head to me; turns back to the sternographer. "You know", she says as she leans back,...

"Probably another girlteam causing problems", I reply as I reach into the bag of palomitas. I put a handful in my mouth; these are excellent! Continuing, "you know since they made HAKI free, we´ve had these roaming hordes of girlteams causing problems--harassing men and punch boys in the  "So", HR replies as she stands up from the park bench, "what are we going to do today?" "You know", I reply as I stand up, "I...

"I think you have a career of rest", she replies as she picks up the digitalbrocoli. "Yeah", I reply as I pick up a tube of digitalzanahorias, "you would think--but, actually, not." She pauses; this would be great for the in-laws when they come in to town. She picks up the digitalmaiz and places it in the cart. "So", she says as she turns her head to me, "like what the fuck do you do?" I...

"Um", she replies through the digitaltelephone, "I think it was called How I Made A Million* *Using profanity and wit or, maybe, it was How To Retire at 29* *Pants not included! or maybe "Yeah", I reply as I pick it up from the shelf, "I´m looking at it right now--I´ll buy it as a graduation gift. But, promise me, that you will read it and take good care of it." "Sure", she replies as...

I continue talking, "so who is it for? What´s it about?" The writer pauses; sips his coffee; he turns his head to look out the window then back at me. "It´s for me." I pause; excuse me? The writer takes a sip of his coffee. "The article is for me--it´s to remember or to let go, to find peace, or to remind myself of something. It´s a progression of life that moves forward and I merely...

"Oh", I say as I sip the coffee, "that´s interesting." I pause; should I tell him what I think? I take a sip of coffee. "I think you´re a loser", I say as I set my taza down. The writer pauses; sets down his glass; reaches over for the palomitas. "Go on." I turn my head to look out the window; I turn back to the writer; I pause as I consider how to word it. "I mean...

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