Conversations with my Mother
As infrequently as possible, I phone home. This is what happens.
Tuesday 13 March 2012
Mother: The Matrix was on again
Me: Oh right.
Mother: I watched it.
Me: Did you get it this time?
Mother: Sort of. Well, he's the One, isn't he? and he has to fight the FBI people. I get that.
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