"Say, when are you talking about me again?"
Mortimer turns his back to me.
"Just so I can schedule it. At least a little bit. You know, I like it quiet, but if you do not even meckerst for hours, then it makes me uneasy. "
No response.
"So, how long? A few more minutes? A few days? Any longer? "Silence. "Oh, Mortimer, I'm still sorry that I asked you that, it was a joke. You are also sensitive. "
Quickly he turns around. "I'm sensitive? I "Yes, you, my dear house crocodile. Yes, you "You asked not only whether I am incontinent. Which of course in itself bad enough, because you know how sensitive I respond to comments about my sensitive bladder, have you even twittered yet. "
" I'm sorry, I did not think properly. "
"I believe you now," he says. "What? You are totally absent lately. Even more than usual and I could swear that's not worse. "
"So bad I'm not."
"I must remind you where you have your scarf found yesterday?" No. "In the fridge. And constantly grinning du Constantly! Marple says, it does something only love. I think you're possessed by a demon plush. "
" Mortimer, you're not but maybe a little jealous? "
" Huh? Why? Because your phone calls for hours, typing messages and longing in the middle of the night, wake up, because he's wrong? And that you (as a teen), lost in thought throughout Luv hinmalst? And you never did that for me? "
" Yes. "
" Nope, that's all right. This is a great guy and I am quite satisfied that he picks me up a bit. You are namely quite exhausting, you know? "
" I know, "I say. "So now everything is back to normal?"
"Yes, but if you like me to Geturtel about banning some point in the store, we renegotiate, Miss - and fingers away from my bubble
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