In Passing: Topography

There are times when I truly wish I knew how a conversation started, and how it continued and ended, but I’m witness to only a tiny bit of the middle. This example occurred in about 2000, at the end of a freshman English class period. Two young ladies were exiting the room, and as they passed my desk I caught this snippet:

“Really? You have coney ones? Mine are round.”

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