Telephone conversation with Carolyn

R: “Hello, Carolyn, where are you?”
C: “I'm on my way to buy some mice for the children for Christmas.”
R: “You should have told me. I could have caught you some. We've got dozens of them running round here.”
C: “No thanks, we need ours to have heads on them.”

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Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

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