A conversation that could not be made up.
Miss Crab and I are singing "I kissed a squirrel and I liked it!" at the top of our lungs. Go ahead, judge me. I have no political motives other than it rhymed and made her laugh. She finds this a perfectly acceptable and reasonable version of the pop song.
Me: "Why would a squirrel wear cherry chapstick?"
Miss Crab: "His lips are chapped."
Me: "Well that makes sense."
Miss Crab: "He eats a lot of nuts."
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