Haha from "Sunny" Cambridge

The Scene: Hotel room, rainy night, cheese tray and cocktails, C flipping through the book of Steve Ward poetry I picked up at the Ward Waterfoul Museum

d: "I've been sniveling everytime I read one of these poems. They are so simple and sincere."
C: "Did you read 'When Your Hair Turns Silver'?"
d: "Not yet. My hair is already turning silver in two big stripes."
C: "My Dad used to let us kids pluck the gray hairs off his chest."
d: "Were you that bored?"
C: "We lived in the middle of nowhere. Guess he figured we caused them so we could get rid of them. I don't know."
d: "WTF? Why on earth would he trust his children with tweezers near his nipples?"
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