Please Kill Mr. Know It All Page #7

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No, and...

Chocolate milk.

Yes sir.

Well, Sal.

I do believe that you have to

start writing your second book.

I already have started.

I even have a title.

- What? Let me guess.

Shoot.

And Baby Makes Three.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Oh my God.

What kind of title is that?

Makes no sense.

Come on guys, we're on a public place.

Sal.

Would somebody tell me

what is going on here?

What's going on?

- Honey, use your head.

What? And Baby Makes Three?

Oh man.

You get it?

- I get it, that's just...

Hey come on guys, I get

it okay? You can stop now.

Will you just shut up and kiss me?

Yes sir...

Sometimes things work out better

than you could ever imagine.

Especially if you don't

have much of an imagination.

Of course if you have

a great imagination...

Then it may never work out better

than what you could imagine...

But I digress.

I've read about life,

written about life...

But it is different

when you finally live it.

They say that when the student

is ready, the teacher will appear.

Someone to love.

- And something to wish for.

I'm ready.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

- kpoplover -

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