Circular discussions of the variety circular.
Upon leaving Barnes & Noble with LWC, me feverishly clutching and fondling my copy of Neil's Anansi Boys* as if it were a newborn child, the following dialog ensued.
"Can we be this close to Target and not go there?"
"We're not going to Target?"
"That's what I said."
"Can we be this close and not go there?"
*I'm so happy I got this book that I want to take a picture of myself holding it, like I just won a trophy. I don't want to start reading it because I'm afraid that I'll be done reading it sometime soon.
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I think you know that I have to admire you for not just sitting down with it and reading it straight through. I mean, I was sad when the new Harry Potter was over (ahem, five hours after I purchased it, so we know about my restraint) but it didn't stop me from demolishing it in one sitting.
I wanna know WHO wanted to go to Target and WHO didn't. You left out some details there Shocho old boy!!
Um, we both wanted to go to Target, that's the funny thing. Nobody doesn't want to go to Target, do they?
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