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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 29 downstairs," I admit apologetically. "Which one is yours?" Back in my room I find an orderly has brought Tillie a new pillow. Super! "Did you hear," Mark asks, "about the man who dreamed he ate a ten pound marshmellow, and when he woke up his pillow was gone?" "Yes, I've heard that one before." "Aha! Well, my dear, how about this one? What's green, and barks?" "All right. What?" I say grudgingly. "Lassie, the avocado!" He pokes a finger at my ribs. "Don't let a smile crease your face! Down with mirth! What's black and white and gray?" "Stop it. Stop it!" I'm giggling in spite of myself. "What in the world are you doing?" "I'm going to tickle you to death, my dear." "With all this disease around, who needs it?" "What's black and white and gray?" |
