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Back at school.
A conversation yesterday:
*heard outside the door*
thegeekgene: ...Mom? Does chocolate go bad?
Mom: What do you have, sweetie?... how old is that?
thegeekgene: ...London.
*silence*
thegeekgene: Hey,
snarp! I have a present for you!
Me: Did you just say, "Does chocolate go bad?" and then "...London"?
thegeekgene: No, no, I got it for you! Mom says it's okay!
Me: ...
Me: *opens door*
thegeekgene: It's Henry the Eighth and his wives - in chocolate!

(I think she was in London in... April? I don't even remember.)
*heard outside the door*
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Mom: What do you have, sweetie?... how old is that?
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*silence*
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Me: Did you just say, "Does chocolate go bad?" and then "...London"?
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Me: ...
Me: *opens door*
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(I think she was in London in... April? I don't even remember.)
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(And I've already eaten Catherine Parr. Nothing wrong with her! Except she's dead.)