The Girl and Her Walls
Girl: Today was not a good day for me. Not-one-bit.
Walls: And why was today such a bad day. Really I thought your day would be just fine. Mine was wonderful, thank you for asking.
Girl: Oh, what do you know about my day? I don’t see you over my shoulder with a notebook recording everything that happens to me.
Walls: Of course not. What a silly waste of my time that would be.
Girl: True enough.
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