Mark Johnson
The Dude Abides
Morning dawns at Chateau D. once more and bodies lie in repose throughout its chambers. I see two males who are snoring on the same futon where they must have come to rest last night and I am reminded of this classic dialog:
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Neal: Del... Why did you kiss my ear?
Del : Why are you holding my hand?
Neal : Where is your other hand?
Del : Between two pillows...
Neal : Those aren't pillows!!!![/FONT]
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Neal: Del... Why did you kiss my ear?
Del : Why are you holding my hand?
Neal : Where is your other hand?
Del : Between two pillows...
Neal : Those aren't pillows!!!![/FONT]