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September 14, 2009

#636: Brontosaurus


[[Two people are sitting at a bench. The woman is holding a turtle.]]

Woman: Our love is like a turtle.

[[The woman sets down the turtle and turns to her partner. They hold hands.]]

Woman: Humble and simple, enduring by virtue of perfect design.

Partner: Our love is like a brontosaurus.

Partner: Recognized as a mistaken combination long ago, lingering only out of misplaced affection for an imagined past.