9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for October 08, 2005

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"I don't know why you act like that...grabbing me and not letting go!" "She had her hands all over you. She was looking as if she was reading Braille." "She was only touching my fingers. It's her way...She was just being warm." "If she had been any warmer, I could've lit a cigarette on her nose." "You can't even talk rationally...and I'm late to a rehearsal! I'm going!" "Good...That beats standing here wasting my breath on you! Goodbye!" "Goodbye!"