"Don't scribble that out."
"What? The stain? I'm just taking this...number," she said, lifting her eyebrows and moving the pen spastically over it, "and getting rid of it."
"Don't touch the stain!" I said emphatically, admiring the curve of the stain left on the last page of the tablet from a tea cup leftover from the previous evening.
"This?" she said, marking in the area where the stain was and coyly smiling as I recoiled in horror.
She lifted the tablet off the table so I could see it and revealed a whimsical face where once a tea stain was.
"Ha!" I shouted and clapped my hands against my cheeks in delight.
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