We had to move furniture around to make room for our tree.
"Just gotta slide this this way... oh, and get this thing out of the way... Huh. I'd forgotten that was down there. You know, this little table your father made us really isn't good for anything. Well, except for holding my bong. It was just the right size for my bong. And it held it right at the perfect height for use."
"I guess dad really missed his market."
"Yeah! And pot smokers sure like hand crafts."
"He'd just need to be careful with the name: Water Filtration Stand, or whatever the code word is."
"Yeah, or you could put your 'Decorative Vase' on it."
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This story doesn't really go anywhere. And I can't even blame it on being stoned, since I don't do that anymore. My bong really is just a decorative vase.
I tucked the tiny table under the computer desk.
Our tree is pretty. And it smells nice.
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