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Anton Chekhov report is 5 weeks or so late. 4 pages, such illiteracy. More important is the computer with its contraptions and begging over-resolve. Shout my short and sweet?
Anton: Hey, uhhh, could you hand me the--cough! cough!, don't worry, I don't think I'm contagious
Me: You ARE contagious Pavlovich. You've got TB.
Anton: I've got-I'VE GOT TB?!
Me: Yes, and roaches, corn meal, a nice stereo system, a mind for modern interruptable dialogue...
Anton: But the TB, I've got-you think my stereo's nice?
Me: Most def. It is a stereo system not to be challenged in the most latest of days.
Anton: Latest of days?
Me: I-
Anton: Can I use that, "Latest of days"?
Me: No problem. What's your grandmother doing here?
Anton's Grandmother: HUGS AND KISSES, YA'LL!!
Anton: Hey, uhhh, could you hand me the--cough! cough!, don't worry, I don't think I'm contagious
Me: You ARE contagious Pavlovich. You've got TB.
Anton: I've got-I'VE GOT TB?!
Me: Yes, and roaches, corn meal, a nice stereo system, a mind for modern interruptable dialogue...
Anton: But the TB, I've got-you think my stereo's nice?
Me: Most def. It is a stereo system not to be challenged in the most latest of days.
Anton: Latest of days?
Me: I-
Anton: Can I use that, "Latest of days"?
Me: No problem. What's your grandmother doing here?
Anton's Grandmother: HUGS AND KISSES, YA'LL!!