If you were nicer to my friend Robin, you’d get tales from her like the one she sent me the other day telling about how when her son was a youngster he got sick in the middle of the night and she groggily took his temperature and was trying to read the tiny little bar when he said, “I thought that was the cat’s thermometer.”

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