shall we, said breadroll.
they should.
as the project progressed they all (=3) went ahead and were very happy with it.
sponge sent email as if there was no tomorrow and otherwise waited to be sat on while breadroll and block of wood were counting items. not too many, not enough. the allocation, distribution flooding of the market could prove to be a problem, at least a challenge.
that’s only natural, said block of wood.
and forecasted, said breadroll.
we are improving after all, said sponge, on a 8/5 basis.

phone service

there was a phone call for you, said breadroll, yesterday or today, some time, would not be tomorrow as there is no day in it.
was there, said sponge, a phone call.
yes, said breadroll, a phone call. for you as well. and one for the wood. the one i was talking about earlier today actually. one each, at least to say the least.
o dear o dear, said block of wood, o dear. i didn’t expect a phone call all in a sudden, leperleper.
ah, not to worry, said sponge, sure, they’ll ring again when the time is right. they all ring again. always; some even don’t. they had training on that.
the phone rings. three stare cases (pillow cases, boxes of chocolates).

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