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B is for Washing Wares

One day self said to self while the body washed the dishes, “you know, you are a strange little boy. You know that right?”

He shook the cup of its excess water and asked, “what ever do you mean?”

He took the soapy sponge to the plate as self continued to self.
“when you’re sick, you fight and push yourself to get better…”

“but when I’m well…”
“yes, when you’re well, you… you don’t do… anything! Why?”
he rinsed the third glass in silence…

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