“Well, look,” I said. “I’m not necessarily the most brilliant man around town, but I do know a thing or two, and if there’s one thing I’m sure of–”

“Oh, put a sock in it,” she said. “I couldn’t care less what you’re sure of. You strike me as the kind of person who goes around narrating the events of your life to yourself in first person.”

“Er, well,” I said, but that was all that came out. Much as I hated to admit it, the truth was that she was on to something, there.

-The Gneech

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