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Of all the Gin Joints

Little Dog: Fancy running into you in a place like this.

Me: You mean the dining room?

Little Dog: Of all the gin joints in all the world, amirite?

Me: It’s too early for your pithy repartee, Little Dog.

Little Dog: So what are we eating?

Me: Breakfast.

Little Dog: Breakfast. That’s wild.

Me: You realize I can totally see you.

Little Dog: You can see me what?

Me: I can see you chewing on the table leg.

Little Dog: Am not.

Me: You’re doing it right now.

Little Dog: So I am.

Me: At least have the good manners to look embarrassed that you’ve been caught.

Little Dog: Shame’s not really in my repertoire.

Me: I’ve noticed.

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