Maybe it would make you feel better to let a friend know where you're going and when you expect to return, so if you get conked on the head they can round up a posse and rescue you.
I think that's Tim's--I'm sorry, I mean Miss Deborah's--reflex response to everything... "Who broke my vase?" "It wasn't me!" "Who spread peanut butter all over the floor?" "It wasn't me!" "Who painted the cat pink?" "It wasn't me!"
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