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August 29, 2006

#150: Grownups


[[Man is talking to Woman who is behind a waste-high screen across a doorway with colorful playpen balls behind her.]]

Man: Hey, I was wondering if you had plans for– holy crap, what happened to your apartment?

Woman: I filled it with playpen balls!

Man: I… what? Why?

Woman: Because we’re grown-ups now, and it’s our turn to decide what that means.

[[Both vanish into the apartment, balls spilling out into the corridor. A love heart drifts out the door, indicating you-know-what]]