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A discussion on bowling, which veers off into a discussion of potential movie plans, which gets laced with a none-so-subtle innuendo. As per the usual, I catch it, and then pretend I haven't, so that he has to point it out to me.
"And in three... two... one..."
*On cue, Lunatic splutters with laughter* "I thought we were taking this out of the gutter!"
"I threw a gutter ball."
"One or two? ... Because just one could be painful."
"Now, that's just sick!"
"You were the one who brought it up."
"I most certainly did not!"
*Lunatic breaks down laughing* "All right, you win..."
"Don't I usually?"
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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