Sometimes (okay. I'll admit it. A lot of the time) Andrew and I say and do some pretty ridiculous things. Like this time back in February, for instance...
After a small poking fight, I jokingly said, "I'm dead..." and flopped backwards onto the bed in a melodramatic imitation of dying.
Andrew, seeing a loophole in my ruse, jested, "Oh, really? But dead people aren't ticklish!" and he promptly began tickling me.
I squirmed around and, rather than conceding that he had a point, decided to challenge him. My comeback was flawless. "How do you know that? Have you ever gotten into a tickle fight at the Morgue?!?"
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