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This interminable tea party is terribly boring.
We’ve moved round this table for years.
I’m not asleep, I’m listening and snoring.
I have excellent ears. 166 more words
Voices rattled outside of the teapot. She didn’t feel like moving.
She snuggled a little closer as the tempo of the conversation rose and fell, enjoying the warmth, enjoying the not-listening she was doing, enjoying the impossible thing that she didn’t have to look at or think about. 287 more words