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Spring


Me: I love Spring. The daffodils are out and the birds are singing. 

Nell: Yes. Loudly.

Me: It makes you want to dress in bright colours.

Nell: It does?

Me: You want to skip and dance like the lambs in the field

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Throw caution to the wind and chase your troubles away.

Nell: Have you been drinking?

Me: Why?

Nell: I hope you realise I will not be joining you in any of the dancing.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Or wearing a bright collar, or a flower in my hair.

Me: Yes.

Nell: One of us has to maintain our dignity.

Me: Yes.

Nell: You are not a lamb.

Me: No. Sorry.

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