You noticed “Ruby” in the header, didn’t you? That’s why you’re here. My stats go waaaaay up when I post about Ruby. You should have seen the look on her face when I told her that the other week. Grinning to beat the band, she was.
And then she told me she didn’t think she had any more stories in her. I told her I didn’t believe her, but she insisted that, rack her brains as she might, she couldn’t think of anything she hadn’t already told me.
We went back to the crossword, both a little depressed.
Me, befuddled: What’s a 7-letter word for a “cream-coloured dog?”
Ruby, in the blink of an eye: Samoyed.
Me: How the heck do you know that?!
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