Izzy ran across the room today and I saw a new scratch on his neck and asked him how it happened.
"Oh," he says, "That was from when I got married. To my girlfriend."
"Oh," I reply, "What's her name?"
He says, trying to jar my memory, "Kelsey?"
He pauses, looks out the window for a second and says, "The one with the golden hair."
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