Caroline and Clare
"My parents are always asking me about my bruises."
"Mine too."
"I mean, if you don't want to know, you shouldn't ask."
"Exactly."
"Usually, it's flight cases - rolling down slopes, falling on my toes."
"Or unidentified drinking injuries."
"Or those. But the other day, my mum asked me how I got the bruise on my arm. And I told her, 'I was having sex and fell off the bed'.
"And she said, 'Flight case, then'.
"And I said, 'Flight case'."
"Well, like you said, if you don't want to know, you shouldn't ask."
"Nope. Just shouldn't ask."
Happy birthday, Caroline! Or at least, many happy returns of last Wednesday.
"Mine too."
"I mean, if you don't want to know, you shouldn't ask."
"Exactly."
"Usually, it's flight cases - rolling down slopes, falling on my toes."
"Or unidentified drinking injuries."
"Or those. But the other day, my mum asked me how I got the bruise on my arm. And I told her, 'I was having sex and fell off the bed'.
"And she said, 'Flight case, then'.
"And I said, 'Flight case'."
"Well, like you said, if you don't want to know, you shouldn't ask."
"Nope. Just shouldn't ask."
Happy birthday, Caroline! Or at least, many happy returns of last Wednesday.
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