“So you comin’?”
“Ayep.” This is me with my country accent. I get it when I talk to Melissa, sometimes.
“Why aren’t you here?”
“Cause I can’t be both ‘on my way’ and ‘there’ at the same time.” Granted, that’s debatable, but this is a purely physical location sort of conversation.
“Right. So why aren’t you here? Or on your way?”
“I’m unfreezing my toes.”
“Wha–?”
“It’s Mississippi. My blood is genetically engineered to freeze at 31 degrees. It’s currently 25. So the blood in my toes is frozen. I can’t walk without breaking a toe off.”
“Dammit, woman. You’re not going to break a toe off.”
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