Page 83 of Toeing the Line

FAYE: Oh, Dale… Did he pick the lock on his crate again?

ZEKE: Yes. But that’s not why I texted.

ZEKE: He gave me a lecture about how I needed to start charging for my popsicles

FAYE: I didn’t eat any popsicles

ZEKE: Well, he doesn’t know that

FAYE: Were there popsicles? You probably could’ve used one with how much whiskey you drank last night

ZEKE: They’re metaphorical popsicles

FAYE: I didn’t realize Dale was so literary

ZEKE: Of course he is. He’s some pig.

ZEKE: See what I did there? Literary pig…

FAYE: You don’t need to explain it. I’ve read Charlotte’s Web.

ZEKE: I didn’t want to assume. You know what they say when you assume.

FAYE: Oh, babe. The whole you making an ass of yourself ship has already sailed.

ZEKE: Ouch

FAYE: Should I apologize? Or do you want to finish my laundry

ZEKE: This sounds like a trick question. What kind of laundry are we talking about

FAYE: The kind of laundry that you drooled on last night when you were so passed out you cuddled with me

ZEKE: I wasn’t that passed out. I know I cuddled with you.

ZEKE: Sorry about the drool though. Want a hand?

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7/8 10:15 AM

ZEKE: I’m in the neighborhood. Want me to bring you some coffee?

FAYE: I’m at work

ZEKE: I know. That’s why I offered to bring it to you

FAYE: That would be great. Thanks!

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7/8 10:56 AM

FAYE: I am SO sorry

ZEKE: You could’ve warned me not to come in the back door

FAYE: Why would I ever expect you to come in the back door of the Knitty Kitty?

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