Mom: "What an odd chair."
Me: "It's not a pretty chair."
Mom: "It's a 1950's chair."
Me: "It's a 1950's restaurant chair."
Mom: "You're right."
Me: "I bet we could have it if we brought something to replace it."
Mom: "I don't want it."
Me: "I don't want it either."
Mom: "I almost want it."
Me: "I almost want it too."
2 comments:
I'll take it.
Coop, it's at the gas station on 96th Street between West End Avenue and the highway.
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