Wednesday, January 11, 2012

How It Was

Brombeere (as she and Schwarzebeere were cleaning up after dinner): I'm full.
Schwarzebeere: I'm not.
B: You're not?
S: Nope.
B: Why not?
S: I always breath out and then I'm empty.

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