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The computer made a low, whirring noise. Every now and then, the plump, moustached man would furiously type a sentence or two. His wife was sitting at the next table on her laptop. Soft music played from it in her ear through the earphones. She was evidently busy with something. Her long eyebrows met as she frowned and read through millions of pages of some UN document.
"Do fish sleep?" the boy asked.
Silence.
"DO FISH SLEEP?"
Silence again.
"DOOOO FIIISHHH SLEEEEPPPPP???!!!!?????" he screamed.
The man tapped his wife on the shoulder and pointed carelessly towards the boy. She took out her earphones and asked irritatedly, "What is it?"
"Do fish sleep?"
"How is that making a difference to your life at 8.30 at night when you're supposed to be doing homework?"
"Ummm... I was just wondering..." He stopped the sentence midway when he saw the expression on his father's face as he turned around.
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posted by aandthirtyeights @ 11:23 PM
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