Several Brief Exchanges & Proclamations

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ME: You're right, Nate.* 
NATE: I've been right before. 

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DICK: What do ya know, Howie?† 
ME: Not much. You? 
DICK: Less. 

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Pop hoists himself out of my car and into the February night. 
He proclaims, "It's cold out here." 
I nod. 

Pop shuffles over to the house, unlocks the door, and enters. 
He proclaims, "It's warm in here." 
I nod.

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BETTY: Howie, what do you put in the trashcan to make it smell so good? 
ME: Trash. I put in trash. 
BETTY: But it smells so good. 
ME: Perhaps you should move next to a landfill, Betty. 

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Whilst strolling the trail… 
POP: The sun is hot today. 
ME: We'd be in trouble were it not. 

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Whenever Pop says he's going up to "wash" his teeth, he means he's going to brush them. 

Late 2003, Early 2004 

*[Nate was Pop’s youngest brother.] 

†[Dick was a semi-retired CPA in Pop’s old accounting firm.] 

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