| Him: | What's wrong?
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| Me: | My wrist hurts. You want to switch wrists?
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| Him: | What do you mean?
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| Me: | Well, you take my wrist and I'll take yours.
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| Him: | No. But we could switch personalities. My personality could be in your body and your personality could be in mine.
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| Me: | But you would have to go to work for me. You'd have to go change mats at DanChem, Shorewood....
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| Him: | No, I don't want to do that.
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| Me: | And while you're doing that I would be at school for you getting A's.
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| Him: | ...Well...If there are A's involved... But no flirting with girls or I'll tell mommy. |
