Shawn and I are sitting at a swim meet in the uncomfortable and loud pool. While we wait for Tiffany's event to start, we are chatting about different things that are going on. We stumble upon the subject of a friend that has a pet that she has to give away because her lease prohibits animals.
Shawn looks at me, judging my current temperament, than cautiously evokes this jem of wisdom. "Pets are like jewelry. You never get what you paid for them, and you can never get rid of them."
Wait. What? Is this about Pets? or my jewelry?
"Hey!" I say the implications dawning on me, "I knew you didn't like pets, but why don't you like my jewelry?"
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