We Don’t Have Why (Yet), We Have ‘What’s That?’

About everything from a cup he’s drunk out of 10,000 times to the ceiling and the floor.

And not once. Twice. Three times. Four.

‘What’s that?’

‘Your Thomas cup.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Still your Thomas cup.’

Over and over again.

I’d almost, maybe, not really, prefer why.

Almost.

Maybe.

Not really!!!!

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