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The players: 
Me, a brunette
Abby, a blonde
Sara, a redhead

The scene: Walking back from dinner just now.

Abby: We're like a walking joke right now. A blonde a brunette and a redhead...
Me: Walk into a bar. Ouch.
Abby: Seriously Sara, you're a valuable commodity. You're like a rare trading card.
Sara: And they say that in a few years there won't be any more redheads.
Me: Breed! Breed Sara, breed!
Sara: But I have to find another redhead to breed with.
Me: Marry a Weasley.


We really do have fun up here.