“You’re Not Going to Sit Around Fretting About Afghanistan, Are You?” He Asks.

by Little Miss Attila on November 23, 2009

“Did you say something?” I respond. “Because your lips were moving, but all I could hear was waa-waa-waa.”

“Listen,” he suggests, “you should consider going for a walk.”

“I can’t. There’s a big scary ball of fire in the sky.”

“Then at least . . . at least close the laptop for a while.”

“Close the . . . this thing closes?” I was amazed. “Why didn’t they tell me when I bought it?”

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