"If the roof in your office isn't leaking anymore," I say as we walk the dog together, "then that means you can just set off the sprinklers and fill the entire place up to the ceiling with water." I was picturing her office like a fish tank, tie and button down salarymen swimming through the place like mermaids in a '50s resort.
"If the roof isn't leaking anymore," Katie counters, "then I guess I can go find another job!"
"I don't let the dog pee on that tree anymore," she adds as the dog begins nosing around a wilted looking specimen drooping over the sidewalk.
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