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The writer at work
BEAR: I have practiced guitar, and am about to go look for the first line of Grail in the fridge.
MOLE: Oh, is that where you keep them? I suppose it keeps them fresh.
BEAR: Well, it wasn't in the guitar.
MOLE: Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a guitar string.
Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a sweet potato.
Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am unidentifiable leftovers that should have been thrown out a week ago.
Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a bottle of imported beer.
BEAR: Oo. Beer.
MOLE: Oh, is that where you keep them? I suppose it keeps them fresh.
BEAR: Well, it wasn't in the guitar.
MOLE: Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a guitar string.
Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a sweet potato.
Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am unidentifiable leftovers that should have been thrown out a week ago.
Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a bottle of imported beer.
BEAR: Oo. Beer.