"It's killing me."
"What are you doing for it?"
"Heat and ice. Rest. So boring. How's your foot?"
"It's killing me."
"What are you doing for it?"
"Pretending it's better."
"How's that working out?"
"Not great."
"Remember when we used to talk about cute boys?"
"And now we're talking knees and feet."
"What's wrong with us?"
"We're aging rapidly."
"I don't like it, either."
"Let's talk about something else."
"Okay. Let me just set the time machine."
"So, who's your latest crush?"
"The guy I'm married to."
"Married? You can't be married. We're only in eighth grade."
"I hope I do better in algebra this time."
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