Serving String

Just then, a piece of string walked into the bar.

“Oh hell no,” yelled Reala, “I don’t serve pieces of string here!”

“Darn,” grumbled the piece of string. She wandered back outside, looped herself up and over then tattered her ends up. While straightening her tie she walked back in.

Reala eyed her with suspicion. “Aren’t you the piece of string I threw out a moment ago?”

“No luv,” she replied. “I’m a frayed knot.”

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