Paper Eating

We were on a plane. Going somewhere, I can’t remember where. I sat staring out the window. Sunny was looking through the magazines. You know the ones, inside the pocket of plane seat, in front of you. “Want something to eat?” he asked. Just so you know, he is a loud person; anyway, I looked at him and shook my head. He closed the magazine he was reading and said (in that loud voice of his) “Why do you have to eat the paper then? Don’t eat the paper.”

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