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Talkers
She was in an imaginative mood.
"Henry, dear," she said after talking two hours without a recess, "I sometimes wish I were a mermaid."
"It would be fatal," snapped her weary hubby.
"Fatal! In what way?"
"Why, you couldn't keep your mouth closed long enough to keep from drowning."
And after that, Henry did not get any supper.
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