Words 4,751-4,800

08Jun09

“Then why on earth did you come?” Duane asked. “To tell me your husband won’t divorce you? Well, now you have.”
“Why are you so mad? You’re acting just the same as you always did.”
“I’m just the same?” Duane scoffed. “Hey kettle, it’s the pot. Guess what, you’re black.”

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