Contractor on cell: Uncle Monty left his nightmares at home last night.
–Park Slope
Girl on cell: …since we lived underwater we were seapeople, and we were a lot like seahorses, and you were pregnant because, you know, male seahorses carry the baby. And then we had to go on land for you to have the baby…
–Hunter College cafeteria
Woman on cell: I’m telling you, this guy is the man of my dreams. The only thing that could go wrong at this point is if he turns out to be, like, 4’11” or something.
–Prospect Heights
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