Me: Dang, that was good pizza!
Me: It sure was. Now where do you want to go?
Me: I don’t care. Somewhere I can walk.
Me: The mall?
Me: No, I’ve been there twice this week.
Me: True, but it’s a great place to get your 10 flights of stairs. And you did just consume a huge slice of pepperoni pizza.
Me: Okay. The mall it is, but do NOT let me buy anything.
Me: Deal!
Me: Here, you handle the money. It’s safer that way.
Me: Whatever makes you happy.
Me: You make me happy.
Me: 😊
Yes, this happened. I hope the guy sitting next to me at Momo’s Pizza recovers from his shock soon.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Me: I love this!
Me: Me too!
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Ha! I have become so weird.
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I can relate. I’m turning into that weird lady who walks down the street muttering to herself….
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I do it all the time now! I should be horrified, but I have no one to talk to. Sigh.
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Bah, sorry to hear it! Still, I find that I make a pretty good conversational partner for myself…which might be even scarier!
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Well, they do so it’s the one way to guarantee and audience and an intelligent response.
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So true. And sometimes my answers to myself surprise me. That’s a sign of intelligence. Or maybe schizophrenia.
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I know what you mean. It’s like when I play myself at chess. Suddenly I’ll take my queen and then I’ll reply, “Woah, I didn’t see that coming!”
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Lmao! That’s the best!
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