“Hey Susie, you want to keep this one,” Randy shouted from behind the laptop at the kitchen table.
Susie muted the tv, shushing the talking head and gave an exasperated shout back, “which one is that?”
This had been going on all morning and she had had enough. It wasn’t fair that she was tortured just because Randy was out of work and bored.
“The one of that bird that flew into your office and crapped all over everything while you tried to get its picture. Remember?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Gotta keep that one. It cost too much to trash.”
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