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Conversation with wife:
"What's your book about?"
"Spess mahreens.(the only way I can pronounce this now)"
"What colour are they?"
"Red"
"So not black like the ones you have?"
"No, red."
"And not blue like the ones that look like little smurfs?"
"No, red"
"So, what are the red ones like?"
At this point I launch into a lecture on the creation of the primarchs, the inception of the legiones astartes and the terrible curse that afflicts the blood angels, along with the tragic fate of their primarch.
I eventually stop talking, looking into my wife's glazed-over eyes.
Wife: "I like the blue ones"
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