desensitization

Mashmallows are still on the lawn, even though it rained hot cocoa last night just like every other night.

I tell this to my neighbor. I say, “The marshmallows never melt.”

And my neighbor says, “Yeah, that’s how it is over here,” and a winged horse with a horn on its head appears behind him.

And I say, “Oh look, there’s a pegacorn.”

And without bothering to turn around, he says, “Yeah, they’re around.”

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