“What’s wrong with him?”
“Lights off ; everybodies home.”
“MPD? Bi-polar?”
“Bi-polar like a fox.”
“You know I’m standing right here.”
“You know you’ve referred to yourself twice now in the third person.”
“I know I am, but what are you?”
“Like a fox.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“Tell that to the hounds, my little vixen.”
“Vixen? Seriously? And I only refered to me as him the once.”
“Was there a disconnect between that thought and moving of your or his lips.”
“Maybe, why, did you feel it too?”
“Not if there wasn’t one.”
“One what?”
“Disconnect.”
“Ok, bye.”
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