She: “Can I get you anything?”
He: “Yes. I need a post before bedtime.”
She: “Are you sure it can’t wait until tomorrow? It’s already dark outside, and that’s going to make it difficult for me to find a post, dig it up, and carry it to the yard.”
He: “Oh, all right. It’s not like I have a legion of fans like you do, attending your every move. Tomorrow will have to do. And make it a light post, then it won’t be so hard to carry.”
She: “Y’know, that’s a really bright idea. Brilliant, even.”
– O Ceallaigh
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