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Small Talk
Good Peep, bad Peep.
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“We still get crows, but at least he’s keeping the other crime families out of the corn.”
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Making it look easy.
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“Honey, come quick! This guy in the comment section just solved the Middle East crisis.”
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“Leave the shaker.”
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“I got napkins, family photos, and the strongest lip balm in the city.”
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“All right, all right—I promise I won’t get a second opinion.”
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“Oh, great. First the seagulls get my chips, now the sharks are eating Carl.”
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“Sorry, Dad, I can’t help you with Facebook. Let me transfer you to Grandpa.”
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“He’s counted backwards by fives. He’s named all 50 states plus their capitals. I’m telling you, the tank’s out of anesthesia.”
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“Somehow, I thought we’d be done with all that.”
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“Do you want African white-backed vultures? Because this is how you’re gonna get African white-backed vultures.”
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“The sea is my home. Her raging swells are my walls, her foamy depths my bed. I bide in the fathomless mystery of her inky bosom. Because Brooklyn is just crazy right now.”
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“Listen, son—the mournful call of the untenured academic!”
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“Remember my frog-slash-boyfriend? Well, now he’s my prince-slash-fiancé!”
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“Jerry, you can’t keep coming back from the dead every time I have coffee with someone.”
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“This locksmith bill is outrageous. People, please—when you lock ’em up, don’t throw away the key.”
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“Our manifesto must offer a measured but devastating critique of flying.”
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Oscar would laugh whenever he recalled his empty existence before golf.
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“M’lady, we’ve reached peak Brooklyn.”
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“You know, you’re right—a lot of this would be solved by eating his whole head.”
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Frostus Augustus