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The Girl and I dropped by the college dean's booklaunch/birthday celebration. We stood near the doors, as there were already too many people packed in the museum. At some point, I think this was while I was staring at this guy painting something orange-y while some other guy was reading a poem written by the dean, that a thought crossed my mind. I started giggling.
"What was that all about," The Girl asked.
"Nothing."
"Really, what is it?"
"Well, I just thought of this: What if one day, the dean becomes a saint? Then we will have to call him San Rio."
"You evil, evil girl," The Girl shuddered.
"What was that all about," The Girl asked.
"Nothing."
"Really, what is it?"
"Well, I just thought of this: What if one day, the dean becomes a saint? Then we will have to call him San Rio."
"You evil, evil girl," The Girl shuddered.