A brick is a brick, of course. unless the name of the
brick is The Brick. Then it would be a cat, of course. That doesn't make
any sense. Unless you know what we named the cat that we saw on the way
to the pizzeria.
Daddy thought that it was a brick. Every Saturday night
since that one, we saw it. Now the marina is a second home for it. We
keep seeing it around here. Too bad that I am allergic.
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