Me: Oh look she left it on (taps the computer screen) do you think anyone can see us?
Myself: (scoffs) NO weirdo! Not unless you use the camera!
Me: Oooo! Where's the camera?
Myself: Not telling you if you don't know.
Me: Do you think anyone is reading this?
Myself: Not likely! Who would want to read about us anyway?
Me: Me!
Myself: Oh no, of course you would.
Me: "Dear Diary, what a hot day outside..."
Myself: Weirdo! It's not like a journal. Why are you touching that? What's wrong with you? She's gonna kill us, and blame Myself.
Me: "... in the hotness of summer, praying for true love, good food, time with friends, ice cold baths..."
Myself: Please stop! Can't stand the thought of you reading it out loud let alone writing crap.
(Later)
I: What the...?
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