(Kr) Sorry. In the middle of a project. I'll tell you what it is if you don't judge me.
(Ke) I only judge the use of the word "project".
(Kr) It is, indeed, a project. More in a minute.
Minutes later . . .
(Kr) I'm color coordinating my scarves. And they look faaaaaabulooooous.
(Ke) Ssssshhh . . . my scarves would get very jealous if they knew that. They might try to tie me up and strangle me in the middle of the night.
(Kr) I'm not a proponent of segregation, but this looks reeeeal good.
(Ke) What kind of message are you sending your socks? Or your underwear for that matter?
(Kr) Look, my scarves were a jumbled mess. They had anxiety. I couldn't stand by and watch that. Now I'm off to happy hour to get buzzed so I can organize the rest of my closet.
(Ke) Let's see this work of art.
(Kr) When I get back home.
(Ke) Where are you going? Are you taking one of the little guys?
(Kr) Across the street. I forgot a scarf here last time, so I had a buddy waiting. Gotta pay attention to Marc now or he'll beat me.
(Ke) I don't get the pattern. It's very confusing.
(Kr) I can't take a picture from the front. My closet doors won't cooperate.
(Ke) I guess you went ahead and ripped the doors off. It was worth it.
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