(It is the first week of December)
Michael: Some day soon we need to take pictures and send holiday cards
Celia: You know that’s really soon, right?
Michael: July 4 is a holiday
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Treemail
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(Playing Fibbage, where we find that trees in Melbourne have email addresses.)
Celia: I visited Melbourne and they didn’t say a single thing about these tree email addresses.
Isaac: Celia, come on. They’re tree-mail addresses.
Spaces
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Celia: I said once that Nick Harper would be able to tell the difference between one space and two spaces after a period.
Greg: Anyone can do that. That’s easy.
Celia: No, I mean at the end of a paragraph.
Tweet
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Celia: Nick was here?
Alan: Yeah, he showed up this morning.
Celia: I didn’t know that. It wasn’t part of Michael’s tweeting.
Alan: Michael was live tweeting production?
Jonathan: Lie tweeting?
Tears
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(Emily is complaining about an article in Forum to Josh)
Emily: It made me want to cry.
Celia: It’s okay. He gets it.
Emily: I’m motivating him!
Jonathan: Apparently smelling tears lowers testosterone.
Emily: I’m going to cry and you’ll die!
(The discussion goes to how women supposedly find men more attractive when they’re sweaty.)
Celia: I like my men to work out in secret. And come to me freshly showered.
Qdoba
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Celia: Okay, everyone. Qdoba is coming at 3 today.
Greg: What?!
Evan: What?!
Emily: We’re having brunch!
Jazz
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Celia: I had a moment my freshman year when I had smooth jazz on and one of my neighbors came over. It was really awkward… just me and him alone in my room with smooth jazz.
Type
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Daniel: Whoa, it’s already typed out for me. Did you do that with your mind?
Celia: Yes.
Sit
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Celia: Where do you want me to sit? Or be?
Patrick: I want you to b…. do you want to restrain Emily? Or Christa?
Flail
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(Michael walks up to the photo computer, where Celia is editing photos)
Celia: Hello dear.
Michael: Rar
(Michael reaches for the keyboard)
Celia: No.
Michael (flailing): Grah rar rah, grah rar rah, grah rar rah, grah rar rah.
Celia: Fine, here.