"How was your day?"

"Uneventful."

"Why? What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Well if you don't want to tell me just say so."

"I'm telling you! Nothing is what happened."

"Something always has to happen."

"Fine! I snuck out of work early to go play golf with Fred. But on the way I was abducted by aliens as a test subject. I'm now pregnant. There, you happy?"

"Well you don't have to get so rude about it."

"Okay. I'm sorry. So what did you do today?"

"Not much."

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