Doorknobs

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Cormac frustrated at the door: “The door won’t fucking open”

Me: Please apologize for using that language. 

Cormac: (to doorknob) “I’m sorry I said fucking. I was frustrated”

Cormac (speaking as doorknob in a tiny voice): “That’s ok, Cormac. I don’t mind the language”. 

I. Give. Up. 

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