Lucy, wearing sunglasses, flowered pajama bottoms, and nothing else, leaned coolly on the back of the couch and interrogated me in a rather professional manner:
"Question one: How did you get to the playground, baby monkey? [said in a very accusatory manner]...
Question four: How did you get to Disneyland? ...
Question eight: How did she get a baby in her tummy and make her have a big tummy?...
Question eleventy: How did Joyce's hair get pink in it?"
This went on for half an hour.
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i am unbelievably flattered to have entered into the interrogation, particuarly since ms. luce has been snubbing me lately, while i have been attempting to suck up to her by admiring her hair and her dancing. hasn't worked yet.
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