Dream 012
I was at String's house with his family for some occasion supper. His brother had emerged from his antisocial hole and was bringing a girlfriend on a picnic with the rest of us.
We got to the picnic and they were all impressed with these really lame sandwiches I'd made. The brother's girlfriend suddenly asked, "You must be Russian!" To which I replied, "noooo...?" She starts arguing that anyone who makes good sandwiches must be Russian and I'm like, "well, I'm not Russian... sorry." And she says, "OH, well I'm Russian. And String's family is Croatian. So you don't fit in." And I'm laughing my ass off with String about this. So I turn to her and say, "I am from the land of fire and great flumes of smoke and ash. It's even better than Croatia and Russia." And String joins right in and says, "oh my! I can't believe it, that place is so rare!" And the girlfriend got all huffy and left with String's brother, who hadn't said a single word.
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