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A knock came at Byron’s door.
“Who is it?” Byron asked.
“Thanks, you already know.”
“Who?”
“Exactly. You don’t need what I’m selling.”
Byron said, “Is this some strange Abbott and Costello skit?”
“No, but there you go again.”
“There I go…why am I even talking to you through a locked door?”
“I don’t know. Why’d you answer it?”
“Because you knocked,” Byron said. “Certainly you have a reason for knocking.”
“Yes, but you already told me in the way you raised your voice, your inflection.”
“My inflection?”
“Yes, the way you raised your voice at the end of the sentence.”
“Tell me again,” said Byron. “Why are we having this conversation?”
“The question mark.”
“The question mark?” Byron asked.
“Exactly. You raised your voice at the end of a sentence because you know how to ask a question.”
“Ok, So, you’re not selling anything?”
“Nope, you already have enough question marks in your kit. But you’re certainly not like the valley girls who seem to inflect every sentence…”
“Hey hey, watch your language,” said Byron “We have kids around here.”
“Right. It’s just that you’ll do fine with the number of question marks you have at your disposal.”
“Thanks, I think?”
“See what I mean?”
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Who Is It?
yep :)
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Nobel.
Nobel who?
No bell. That’s why I knocked. 😂