My sister and I used to share a bedroom, and have massive arguments over an imaginary bicycle that we kept propped up against a bed. The arguments became quite heated, with each of us trying to wrestle the 'bike' away from the other. My sister, being older, always won and kept the prize possession propped up at the end of her bed.
Why didn't I just imagine another bike?
Why do some things make no sense at all?
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What on earth was your mother putting in your bedtime cocoa????
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