They All Feel This Way
They all feel this way.
Sorry. Who?
All the Irish and All the Scots, and maybe all the Brits.
That is a lot of All’s, I think.
They all feel the same way? I query.
She nods her head. “Every single one of them.”
“So you have met all Irish, all Scots and all Brits?” I ask.
She turns haughty. “I don’t have to. I know how they think.”
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