Peas

What are we?
Try not to move.
Move what?
I think someone's coming!
You think? What is 'think?'
I think it was a breeze.
Breeze is wind.
Yes...

Are you sleeping?
I don't have eyes.
I see. I mean I don't.
We will always be this.
These.

These? What 'these?'
You! Me! These!
Two peas in a pod.

Ohhh.
I see. I mean I don't.

Sssh! Someone's coming!

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