Home Sick

Me: Did you talk to Sarah today?

Dennis (blushing): Yes. She asked me where I'd been the last 2 days.

Me: And what did you tell her?

Dennis: I told her I was home...sick.

Me: Oh. And?

Dennis: And she said home sick? Where is that?!? (long pause, shaking his head and rolling his eyes) Girls, girls, girls...you know how they can be sometimes...

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