friendly wooden contact

how easily one forgets, said breadroll, but i do wonder where sponge just might be.
happy, said block of wood.
where i said, said breadroll, not how.
i don’t know, said block of wood.

first contact

i heard you were still waiting outside.
yes i am, the fat woman said, i just couldn’t be arsed.
that’s amazing, said block of wood, i feel the same way every now and then.

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