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Two's Company - Scout's Honour

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"At my bitter wits' end," was her mutter. "Both of them?" facetiously, I did utter. "I'm beside myself," emotionally, she cried. "A split personality," jokingly, I replied. "No, I am but one, and all tangled up I've become," instantly, her rebuff. "At a loose end then?" I questioned, off the cuff. "Tied up in knots, more like it," in distress, her response. "Prepared, like a Boy Scout, I'll be your undoing," I observed, feigning nonchalance, "Give the word, and then, who knows," hopeful, I had half a chance, she heard me suggestively propose.

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