A Dozen Roses

“You know the dozen roses you have on the coffee table?”

“Yes.”

“Now you have 11.”

“Why?”

“One of the heads fell off.”

“Why does that make 11?”

“Now one is dead.”

“All 12 are dead.”

This is what it’s like to live with a philosopher.

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