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I was sitting with her, and she had ice (which I'd forgotten about), and do you know what she did? She tried to stick it under my shirt!
(She didn't succeed, the amateur. I took it from her and dropped it down her back.)
To get back at her, I sang the "sing a song of sixpence" song a few times. She really does have the funniest (yet ultimately futile) ways of avoiding getting her nose poked, including lying flat out on the couch. I hope her giggling insanely isn't her way of saying "I hate you, and later in life I will get my revenge"...
(She didn't succeed, the amateur. I took it from her and dropped it down her back.)
To get back at her, I sang the "sing a song of sixpence" song a few times. She really does have the funniest (yet ultimately futile) ways of avoiding getting her nose poked, including lying flat out on the couch. I hope her giggling insanely isn't her way of saying "I hate you, and later in life I will get my revenge"...
