I literally heard this conversation the other day and it has stuck with me.
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That amuses me. Literally.
ReplyDeleteOkay?
ReplyDeleteSorry. "I literally heard this conversation..."
ReplyDeleteYeah, I'm gonna hope you get that without further explanation. I have so much faith in you.
Sometimes I metaphorically hear conversations. Sometimes spiritually, metaphysically, or figuratively. Never categorically, however.
ReplyDeleteWhat's your point?
It just made me laugh. NBD.
ReplyDeleteSometime, you'll have to tell us about something you heard metaphysically. Maybe make it a sonnet...
Okay. I'll work on my sonnet muscle.
ReplyDeleteTen Shakespeares and two Donnes should do it.
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