do it again moment

do you want me to hug you again, said breadroll.
you are yet to hug me, said sponge.
oh, said breadroll, when did that not happen? no joking, said sponge. no further comments and closed.

a moment of reasoning and due socialist terms

no way way i would want this dog putty on my slippers, said sponge, i seemed to have touched the spot they didn’t want to spare.
very sour kinda sarcasm-based sort of sense of humour, said breadroll. if we want to be a serious novel we should do something interesting. post to w.a.s.t.e. for instance just to dig it.
you know, said sponge, that’s funny. i was just thinking the same and now it’s attributed to you. that’s how historical error occur.

talking the moment away

and now, said sponge.
and now, said block of wood. breadroll, tired, had told him to do the talking. you do the talking, he had said and had looked away to disencourage disagreement.
and now, said block of wood after sponge had said it again. and now and now and now and now and now and now.
it’s over, said sponge, we can stop now.

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