“It’s been kind of weird.”
“I guess we’ll get used to it eventually.”
A car splashed through a puddle on the street. “Ow, ow,” said the puddle.
“I think my toilet tried to grope me the other night.”
“Well, you know, the… inside.”
“Ah. I’m amazed you can still use it. Mine kept making retching sounds. I rented a Port-a-Potty.”
They walked in silence down the rainy street for a time. A stream of water chuckled darkly as it slithered into a storm drain.
“It’s just been weird, is all.”
“Wheeeee!” cried the raindrops as they fell.
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