White Dog sat quietly in the living room while the others sang the tragic opera, "Le faim et en attente!"
"You are not joining with an aria from the Queen?" I asked. "No need," she replied. "The chorus is doing a particularly splendid job of conveying our angst and oppression." "Somehow I do not think dad is going to shout 'bravo!'"
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Nice job by the chorus! :)
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