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SHE AND HE : IN CONVERSATION


I need a painter.

*pause* *grin*

Do not grin like that. I know what you are thinking.

What was I thinking ?

About  painting, Titanic 3D and you-know-what.

Ah ! You are so perfect at reading my mind.

You doubt it ?

No, I’m proud of you. I’m lucky to have you.

You don’t have me. I’m still thinking, remember ?

Well, if you keep thinking all your life about me, it is fine by me.

Shut up !

Is that your favourite word ?

No. It is my way of expressing disgust.

So what is your way of displaying a few other  better emotions ?

What do you mean ?

You know what I mean. Remember ?

Shut up !

By the way, you said you needed a painter. I paint well.

Really ?

Really.

Then come to my place tomorrow at 10 in the morning .

Really ?

Really. Sharp at 10. I’ll tell you what needs to be done.

Seriously ?  You are that particular ?

Yes. When it comes to painting my house, I’m very particular about colours.

Gosh ! I thought it was something else.

I knew what you thought of.

Really ?

Yes, you need to read  my thoughts perfectly. Only then I’ll switch off my thinking mode.

And get on doing-mode ?

Shut up !  

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