Abe has terrible chapped lips. I told him he needed to start using Chapstick. He told me he was. I asked him when the last time was he used it. Yesterday - he said.
We pulled into Wendy's for a lunch date. Abe said that he bet me ten bucks it was all old people in there. We walked in. He was right. How did he know? He told me he didn't look in the windows. He just knows old people love to eat at Wendy's.
We pulled into our garage and Abe saw Barbara's box for her burial in January. "Isn't Barbara disintegrated, yet?" Cremate may be a hard word for a third grader to remember. I haven't seen it on a spelling test lately.
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