I fixed Jonathan with a steely eye. "Staple gun. I need one. Because then I can reupholster things, and won't have to buy new ones."
He nodded gravely. "Logic. I understand this."
We both returned to our computers.
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In other news, this is my 1000th post. Only took me seven years. The number of perfection, y'all.
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