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Prompt This week's prompt takes place in a Nursing Home: a dialogue between you and an old person who mistakes you for a relative "Hey, Bobbie! Are these my teeth?" "I'm not Bobbie, Mr Happle. I'm Mary-Ann, the Day Care Activities Co-ordinator." "Sure, sure! So, these aren't my teeth...?" "I don't know, sir. Did you have them with you at lunch?" "Of course, I had 'em with me when I had my lunch; how else would I have saved some peas behind my palate for later...?" "Quite... 'Erm, if the peas are still there, it's odds on, they are your teeth." "Don't you wise-crack me, Bobbie-Sue; you're not too old for a spanking." "I wouldn't dream of wise-cracking, Mr Happle. My name is Mary-Ann." "What do you want me to do about that? 'See you walking to school', like that hippy-headed, rock combo, The Bee-Gees - " " - Boston; I think you mean." "I swear, some days it beats me why I come and visit you here; it's like talking to the butter-dish, Bobbie." "I don't mean to be cruel; but, I sure am glad you got Mr Happle today." "Oh, I don't know - I kinda like the fact he comes and visits his wife." "But she's been dead for five years; you think some relative somewhere would take more care of him." "Oh, apart from a dickie memory for faces, I'd say he takes pretty good care of himself; he's always well dressed, well groomed, well fed, and... well!" "How can you be so sure?" "I don't know, exactly; it's more than a feeling." (all words 275)
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